#having said that I think I'm a way too much in pain every day compared to a normal person which worries me....
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It Is Just A Joke
★ Summary: You hear Bucky compare you to Natasha and it makes you question if Bucky ever really loved you, but can Bucky fix what he has done before it is too late
★ Pairing: Bucky x f!Reader
★ Warnings: Being compared, suicide
★ Word Count: 2,000+
★ Genre: Angst
★ A/N: Should I make a permanent tag list?
Fluff Version
You had a past filled with heartbreak, as you had encountered one boyfriend after another who cheated on you, citing your looks as the reason for their breakup or abusing you physically. Your self-esteem suffered immensely, leaving you feeling unworthy of love and affection.
However, everything changed when you became an Avenger and met Bucky Barnes, the man who made you feel cherished and appreciated in ways you had never experienced before. You were still going to therapy from the trauma they left you but Bucky helped you get through it and you depression even if he didn't know that.
Your shared experiences as Avengers brought you two closer together. Bucky understood the pain you had endured, and you connected on a deep level. He saw the beauty within you, which went far beyond your physical appearance. Your love grew strong, and you became inseparable.
One day, you happened to overhear Bucky talking to Steve and you wanted to surprise him with an attack full of kisses but you stopped in your tracks as you heard Bucky say, "Steve, you've seen Natasha's body, right? She's incredible. I sometimes wish she was my girlfriend."
“I know I see you staring at her all the time" Steve says chuckling "you really should stop staring before you make it obvious, besides your dating someone punk”
Your heart shattered into pieces as you felt the old wounds of insecurity resurface. You couldn't bear to hear the man you loved longing for someone else, especially someone as stunning as Natasha.
"I care about her a lot, Steve, but sometimes I can't help but think about Natasha and how much better it would be with her." Bucky says and you felt as if your heart is being ripped out.
Steve frowned, sensing where this was going. "Bucky, you know it's not fair to compare Y/N to Natasha or anyone else? Everyone's different."
“Y/N’s pretty I know but she just doesn’t compare to Nat,” that was all it took for your heart to completely obliterate into a trillion pieces. You were no longer the only one that thought you were nothing compared to her. You didn't want Bucky to leave you for someone else, you didn't want him to leave you like how they all did.
In the solitude of your room, tears streamed down your face as the weight of Bucky's words crushed your spirit. All the progress you had made in feeling loved and cherished was unraveling before your eyes. The old wounds of heartbreak and insecurity resurfaced with a vengeance, enveloping you in suffocating darkness.
Questions plagued your mind. Were you not enough for Bucky? Would he eventually leave you for Natasha or someone else? Did he only settle for you because he couldn't have her? The demons of self-doubt tormented you, and you felt utterly inadequate, unable to compete with the image of perfection you held in your mind of Natasha.
You couldn't bear seeing Bucky, it felt as if you were gonna burst into tears every time you saw him. You tried avoiding him as best as you could for a few weeks but being in the same building together 24/7 was harder than you expected.
Each time he tried to reach out or spend time with you, you made excuses, declining his invitations and pushing him away.
"Bucky, I'm really busy right now," you replied one day when he asked if you wanted to grab coffee. "Maybe some other time."
His face fell, but he tried to hide his disappointment. "Sure, Y/N," he said, his voice tinged with sadness. "Just let me know when you're free."
In an attempt to bridge the growing distance, Bucky decided to reach out to you. "Hey, babu want to hang out later? Maybe we can grab a bite or train together?" Bucky says with a huge grin.
"Sorry, Bucky, I have a lot of work to catch up on. Rain check?" you say making up another excuse to be away from him.
He sighed, knowing he couldn't push you. "Sure, no problem. Just let me know when you're free," he replied, trying to hide his disappointment.
Over the next few days, he tried again, asking if you wanted to join him for a movie night or go for a walk, but each time, you declined, always with an excuse. He couldn't help but feel like you were purposely keeping your distance, and it hurt more than he wanted to admit.
One evening, Bucky found you in the common area, sitting by yourself and looking lost in thought. He decided that enough was enough; he needed answers.
"Y/N, we need to talk," he said, approaching you cautiously.
You sighed, knowing this conversation was inevitable. "Sure," you replied, trying to keep your emotions in check.
Bucky hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I've noticed that you've been avoiding me," he began cautiously. "Is there something wrong? Did I do something?"
You looked away, not wanting to meet his gaze. "It's just... things have been a bit busy lately," you said, your voice lacking conviction.
Bucky frowned, sensing that you were holding something back. "Y/N, please, I can tell something's bothering you. You can talk to me, you know."
He reached out to touch your hand, but you pulled away, and he felt the rejection like a physical blow. "I get that, Y/N, but it feels like you're shutting me out completely," he said, his voice tinged with hurt. "I thought we were in this together, no matter what."
You took a deep breath, knowing that it was time to address the elephant in the room. You didn't want to bear the pain anymore "I overheard you, Bucky," you admitted, your voice wavering. "You were talking to Steve, and you said... you said I wasn't as pretty as Natasha."
Bucky's face paled, and he looked like he had been punched in the gut. "Y/N, I..." he stammered, searching for the right words.
"Y/N, I didn't mean it like that. It was just a joke, I didn't mean for you to take it to heart. " he said. He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth, but he couldn't bring himself to apologize, unable to confront his own emotions.
"I thought jokes were supposed to be funny" you snapped back at Bucky. "Do you see me laughing?"
He sighed, running his hand through his hair. "I didn't think you'd take it so seriously, and it was a private conversation" he said, trying to justify himself.
"You were in the fucking common room a public area and maybe you should think before you speak" you shot back, feeling the tension escalating.
The argument continued, the words becoming sharper and more hurtful with each passing moment. It seemed like every unresolved issue and insecurity came to the surface, and neither of you held back. You both said things you didn't mean, fueled by pain and frustration.
Just as things were about to reach a breaking point, Natasha walked into the room, sensing the tension. "Hey, what's going on here?" she asked, looking between the two of you.
You took a deep breath, trying to regain your composure. "Ask Bucky," you said, your voice trembling with emotion, before storming out of the room.
Bucky stood there, feeling a mix of guilt and regret. He didn't know how to fix things, and he realized just how much he had hurt you with his thoughtless words.
The night you left the Avengers tower, you disappeared without a trace, leaving everyone worried and confused. Bucky was consumed by guilt and regret, unable to forgive himself for his hurtful words that pushed you away. He had a sleepless night searching for any clue about your whereabouts, but there was no sign of you.
The following day, the news broke out that an unnamed Avenger was found jumping off a bridge in a near by park. As the report went viral, the Avengers' concern grew, and Bucky's heart sank. He immediately recognized the description and knew it must be you.
As Tony called an emergency meeting he revealed that you had severe depression and that you were at your breaking point. You had just gotten through the death of you family and the scars left by your abusers growing up had left a toll on you.
Tony had kept this hidden because you had pleaded no one to know and that was why he set up you go to therapy but for a few weeks you have been missing it. While Tony was explaining this Bucky just sat there in regret and felt dumb for not noticing the signs earlier.
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#bucky x reader angst#bucky x reader#bucky barnes x reader#winter soldier x reader#winter soldier x reader angst#bucky compares you to natasha
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Ooo idk if you write blurbs but Spencer and reader are like enemies and Spencer tries to jokingly mock reader’s insecurities in front of the team and once she like runs/walks away emotional he apologizes? ❤️
i write any concepts/request/blurbs/drabbles/ideas about them that you guys have so feel free to ask 🥰
making spencer the enemy hurts my heart a lil bit 😩 but i shall do it. i'm not sure if this is what you meant but i tried 😭
remember you're beautiful despite your insecurity no matter what 🤍
the minute he had uttered the sentence you wanted to reach over and knock every single one of his teeth. the familiar dread filled your stomach and it didn't help that your team was noticing your face drop, your figure stiffening uncomfortably. still, you swallowed your pride and looked at him square in the eyes.
"you're so funny" you mutter, your jaw tightening a little. that hurt a little bit too much than you cared to say. perhaps he didn't know but you didn't expect him to even care, your insecurity wasn't his concern. the way he constantly made snide comments and his passive aggressiveness you knew it was just another joke to him. maybe his end goal was to make you feel so small and childish.
and if it was, he had succeeded.
"spence..." jj scolded him, her eyes frowning at him. his smile slowly vanished when the awkwardness settled in the air. everybody stopped laughing, looking at you with sympathy.
and you hated it all. it made you feel so stupid for having an insecurity you were so self conscious about. every day you tried to not think about but it was always there, in the back of your mind. but now that he had pointed it out, was it that obvious??
"l/n" he started, trying to resume the joke but you were over it reaching for your phone.
"i gotta ring someone real quickly" turning around, you try your hardest to remain mature but your legs carry you out of the room as fast as they can. you exited the room, eyes prickling with tears. your fingers dug themselves into your palm so tightly but it was better than feeling the crushing pain in your chest.
"spencer" emily furrows her brows but he looks at them clueless, confused on what just took place
"what?" he raises his eyebrow and the rest of his team sighs.
"you know for someone with a high iq, you're not the brightest in matters of the heart" rossi comments, walking towards his office. the others agree, telling him to go sort it out. he scoffs and claims you'll be over it but the stern looks from the others makes him find his way to you
he walks to find you and rolls his eyes when he sees you sitting down on the desk, toying with your phone case. you were lost in thought, overwhelmed with the emotions that had hit you when he said it.
"y/n come on, you know i didn't mean it like that" his voice snaps you out of your daydream and immediately you glare at the intruder.
"oh like that's supposed to make it better. get lost reid" you hiss under your breath, berating yourself for even allowing him to get under your skin. it was hard to overcome your insecurity as it was, let alone being acknowledged in front of your whole team. you couldn't even imagine what they were thinking right now
"y/n..." his voice becomes a little soft, softer than you're used to. he knows this time he's hit a nerve but he doesn't know how to go about fixing it.
so he takes a breath in and starts to walk toward you. he's not used to this sort of thing, especially with you. the relationship he had with you was entirely different compared to he reat of his colleagues
"i didn't know that would make you upset, i wouldn't have said it otherwise" his voice is gentle and his eyes look at you, sparkling under the lights. he speaks so sincerely, you want to believe him. but that niggling voice in the back of your mind argues he's doing this to get you vulnerable so you shift away instead
"why wouldn't you? you make these type of comments all the time" thinking back to your relationship with spencer was a weird thing. you both didn't really get along, always competing and arguing. he was harmless most times but those words he would say would cut a little deeper than he probably mean to. and that's why you always had your guard up whenever he was around, you just didn't know what he was going to say
"because you usually never take them seriously. i honestly didn't think you'd get upset about that. i swear i didn't mean to offend you. i didn't think you were self conscious about what i said" he replies back, standing a couple feet away. he fidgets with his hands, not used to speaking through his heart.
"i'm not" you say it too quickly and his hands slowly raise in defence, making a mental note never to speak of it again. he sighs a little and comes closer, sitting on the desk beside you. his knee ever so gently scraping by yours, making your skin tingle with an emotion you're not familiar with using around him
"i'm sorry l/n, i really didn't mean it. i won't say it again" his tone is genuine, tender as he speaks. he looks deep into your eyes and you know he means every single word he speaks.
"what was that?" you raise your eyebrow and he looks at you with a straight face. it makes you giggle a little, looking back down at your lap. his smile follows after, his arm going around your shoulders. your eyes widened a little as you look back to him, seeing him smile. something about it warms your heart up and you don't like how he's affecting you
"i'm sorry" he accentuates the word, it doesn't even sound like an apology but you don't mind. you know deep down he cares a little. and you would definitely hold that over him for a while
you sniff, wiping the stray tear away with the back of your hand. his thumb gently stroke your shoulder, perhaps unknowingly but it sets the skin ablaze. his cologne and the light smell of coffee make you feel nostalgic. you chuckle a little at your predicament, you never once thought you'd be this close to him. and weirdly enough, you didn't mind it. it felt nice for a change
"don't go all soft on me now, doc" you tease as he nudges you.
"never" he chuckled, gently pushing you away
#criminal minds#criminal minds fanfiction#spencer reid#spencer reid x fanfiction#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x reader angst#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid x reader fluff#spencer reid x y/n
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Body Swap || Part 1/2
Part 2 ||
Pairings: Wild, Four, Sky, Hyrule x Reader
Overview: A wizard's spell leaves you both in a state of confusion, especially upon realizing you're no longer in your assigned bodies.
No Wind for this one, so we'll just give him a cookie and spare him the trauma for today -.-/🍪 The other boys are at my mercy, though
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This dungeon had been going great - so great, in fact, that you were actually sad to reach the end of it. Sure, the puzzles were a pain in the butt and the miniboss was an embarrassing waste of time, but what had made it all worth it was the fact that you had gone through every trial right by Link’s side.
In a group of ten travelers, a date day with just the two of you is rare - extremely and unjustly rare - therefore you had both jumped at the chance of completing this dungeon alone together. Everything was going swimmingly, too, right down to the main boss battle. A tiny, itty bitty yet still very evil wizard is nothing compared to your combined force, so you expected it to be a piece of cake that would end in a wonderful memory to look back on later. Instead, it ended in a very different, less appreciated way.
One more hit was all it should've taken to defeat the little guy, however right as Link raised his bow for the final arrow, the wizard began swinging its wand around in a last ditch effort for success. Fearing for your partner's safety, you had rushed over with your shield, hoping to use it to block whatever spell the wizard planned, but in an unexpected twist, said spell turned into a cloud of smoke instead of a ball of energy like you expected.
As the boss made his escape, the fumes of his final spell poisoned the air and entered your lungs with an uncomfortable burn. Link and you both fell to your knees in coughing fits, suddenly feeling dizzy and woozy much to your concern...
Aside from the initial wave of nausea you felt, that wizard's spell seemed like nothing more than a harmless distraction for escape, at least that's what you would've went on thinking if not for the sight that greeted you once the smoke officially cleared.
"Oh jeez! ...Uhhh, are you alright?" Although a shock indeed, you remain calm with your first priority being to check on Wild who's still fanning away the fumes from his face.
"Yeah, I'm alrig -" He freezes almost as soon as the words are said, his eyes immediately shooting open to look down at his body - or rather your body that he's suddenly found himself in, "WHAT THE -?! HOW AM I - I'M YOU?!"
“Very observant, Wild,” You roll your eyes before looking around the room to find no sign of that wizard. Whether that’s fortunate or unfortunate might depend on your ability to reverse this little problem he’s now left you both with, “...Guess that little guy was such a sore loser he decided to play dirty then retreat. What a coward.”
Standing up, you start examining yourself for possible injuries - ones that weren't already a part of Wild's collection, that is. Thankfully you see nothing aside from a small cut above your hip from a hit he had taken earlier; an easy fix with the help of a red potion. If only the same could be said about your incredibly tangled hair that you pull a leafed branch out of with a cringe, "When was the last time you've taken a bath?"
"Rude!"
"Personal hygiene is very important. It keeps you from harboring full-on ecosystems in your hair."
"...You sound just like the Captain…" Wild mumbles under his breath while pushing himself off the ground. Once up, he wobbles and holds his arms out for balance as if he’s never stood on two legs before.
"Oh, the Captain! He’s going to have the time of his life with this one - all the boys will, I'm sure,” In Wild's opinion, your teasing smirk doesn’t quite carry the same effect as it would if on your assigned face. Instead, it looks a bit...silly to see you speaking as himself and judging on your sniffled laughter, he, too, must look equally as funny glaring back at you as you.
"Ugh. I can already hear Twilight blaming us for not being careful enough," He groans, subconsciously runs his hand over his arm which is smooth like silk rather than being rough with scars. Huh. He had forgotten how that felt...
"Yep, we're in for a heap of nagging and annoying jokes when we get back, but I say we at least have some fun with it while we can. Wanna see how long it takes anyone to notice?" You nudge his side as you pass by towards the exit of the boss chamber, your suggestion finally lifting his spirits.
"I don’t know. It could take them all night if we keep our mouths shut about it."
"No way. They'll notice as soon as I do something stupid and you don't, which should take approximately an hour at most…I mean, assuming that you’re not asked to make dinner tonight.”
“Oh, well in that case, they’ll definitely notice then. You’re a terrible cook.”
“Rude!”
You moan while rubbing your burning eyes. Even with them closed, you can still see remnants of the same flashy colors that had followed after that wizard’s stupid spell; like a firework show inside your eyelids that's so realistic you can actively smell the gunpowder.
"Don't panic," You hear someone say. You assume it must be Four since he's the only other person here, although his voice sounds different, almost like…
"Don't...? Why would I panic - AHH!" Once finally being able to see straight, you expected to find Four kneeling in front of you, but instead you just see yourself. It's as if you're looking directly into a mirror until you glance down at your hands. That's when you let out a shout, doing the exact opposite of what Four asked by instantly panicking upon realizing they aren't actually your hands, but his. Your clothes, your hair, your BODY; IT’S ALL HIM!
"I’M YOU!”
"I can see that."
"YOU’RE ME?!”
"Yes."
"...H-How are you not freaking out?" You blink at him - er, you? Whoever! You blink at who should be Four but is actually you as he simply shrugs in response to your question as if this is just another Tuesday for him!
"This isn’t really the ‘craziest’ thing that's happened to me. Maybe in the top three, but..."
You stare at him for a long minute, wanting to be angry that he's behaving so calmly right now, although he does have somewhat of a reputation for being one of the more relaxed Link's, not to mention the pair of you have seen some pretty crazy stuff during your adventures, both separate and together.
Running a hand through your hair, you take deep breathes and try your best not to be so freaked out especially once remembering this isn't technically your hair you're touching which makes you instantly stop the action, "...What do we do to fix this?"
"I...don't know."
"You 'don't know'? What, are we supposed to just live like this forever?!"
"No, of course not!" He crosses his arms uncomfortably and sighs, "We'll find a way to reverse the spell and get back to our normal bodies. We're in Legend’s world, but I think he mentioned that his Zelda knows some magic, so if we can get to the Castle, she might be able to help us."
You groan, running your hand over your face in irritation. You were having such a good day until this point! Why can't the universe allow you just one normal evening with your boyfriend, huh? Is that too much to ask for?
Four offers you a hand and helps you up. Once on your feet, you realize yet another detail about your current situation that makes you uncomfortable, "Woah. I'm not used to looking at myself from another perspective like this…or being so low to the ground.”
Four rolls his eyes at your comment before taking your hand and dragging you after him outside of the dungeon.
"Oh, come on! Doesn't it weird you out, too? Looking at yourself from my point of view while I’m in your body?"
"Of course, it’s weird,” He sighs again, using his free hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, “I'm just considering myself lucky I'm only looking at one of me."
"...One?"
"Sky? You alright?" You crawl blindly out of the smoke cloud, coughing along the way while keeping your eyes squeezed shut to prevent anything from getting in them. Although you receive no verbal reply, you can at least relax upon hearing Sky's wheezing close by.
You’re about to repeat your question, yet your voice dies within your throat. Once opening your eyes, you see yourself kneeled on the ground where you fan smoke away from your nose with a face scrunched up in irritation – except that’s not really you. It can’t be! You’re right here, so how is it that you’re suddenly able to look at yourself through a third person perspective? …Then you look down, slowly but surely putting the pieces together in your head.
"...Sky?"
Just as predicted, the 'other you' looks up in response, even giving a small hum before their eyes go wide with the same shock you undoubtedly mirror.
“(Y/n)? Is that you? You’re –“
“- You…And you’re me,” It doesn’t matter how many times you close your eyes and reopen them. Each time, you’re greeted by the same sight. Thanks to that stupid wizard, you’ve switched bodies with Sky which definitely wasn’t on your agenda for today…or any other, for that matter. Worst part? Neither of you know a thing about magic to reserve this, “…Shit…”
“M-Maybe someone else knows how to fix this?” Sky suggests hopefully, although judging on his waivered smile, even he must realize it’s a long shot. Not many Links are accustomed to magic either, and believe it or not, no one’s been in this situation yet not that they’ve ever cared to share, anyway.
“Here’s to hoping…Come on, we should at least get out of this place before that wizard comes back and switches our heads,” Sky gulps, but nods.
Standing to your feet, you brush yourself off and prepare to make your exit from this dark boss’s chamber, however you pause in place when you notice Sky following you at much slower pace, his posture rather stiff as he holds his arms slightly away from himself, “…Why are you walking like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like…” You copy his stance then give him a pointed look that makes him bow his head in embarrassment.
“I-I don’t want to touch something I’m not supposed to!”
"Awww, that’s sweet, but dude, you can relax. They're only feminine arms. They won't kill you," You roll your eyes, but can't help smiling at how careful and sweet he's trying to be. If there’s one thing to be grateful for in this situation, it’s that you got switched around with a gentleman instead of a pervert, "Just don't touch my breasts or anything and we’ll be good.”
Poor Sky whimpers uncomfortably after your comment…Yeah, hopefully this situation can be solved without leaving any lasting trauma behind...
"Mmm...Hey, are you alright?"
Hyrule's voice sound so distance despite him being so close by. You wish you could see him, but every time you try to open your eyes, you're only met with blurred colors and sparkles, "...I-I think so..."
Hyrule sighs and is about to say something else, but his relief is instead punctuated with a gasp once he looks down at his hands. He whispers your name, however his voice goes unnoticed the first time. He has to shout it a bit louder for you to actually hear him. Finally, you're able to open your eyes and see a bit more clearly - at least that's what you thought before looking over to his voice and just seeing yourself.
"What kinda spell was that? My eyes aren't working right," You start vigorously rubbing them again only for Hyrule to reach out and grab your wrists to stop you.
"They're working. At least, I-I'm pretty sure they're working. You, uh, see yourself instead of me, right?"
"Yeah."
"And I see myself instead of you."
"Okay?"
Hyrule bows his head, removing his hands from wrists to stare down at them with a wobbled frown, "I don't think it's a trick of our ours. I think that spell switched our bodies."
"...Oh...Oooh!" After his words sink in, you glance down at yourself and pick at your tunic, confirming that it feels as real as it looks.
“Alright. This might seem bad, but look on the bright side: neither of us are hurt so the others can scold us too much, right? Let’s just get back to camp and –" Hyrule’s cut off when you suddenly squeal. Startled, his head snaps back up at you, fearing that perhaps you had gotten hurt somehow, yet to his surprise, you have a bright smile on your face as you tangle your fingers in your hair – or rather his hair.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! It’s just – I’ve always wondered if your hair is as soft as it looks and it definitely is!” You giggle, unable to help yourself from testing your theory personally. Hyrule's hair has always appeared to be the fluffiest out of all the Links and you've been dying to ask him if you can touch it, perhaps even braid it. Now that you technically in his body now, might as well, right? It's at least some benefit to this weird situation, “What do you use to wash it?”
"I, uh...water, I guess?"
“…”
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how about Bad sanses x Artist male reader?
Yay! Sure thing :D
BAD SANSES X MALE!ARTIST READER
(Nightmare, Killer, Dust, Horror, Cross, Error)
Nightmare:
Nightmare was the last one to find out about your hobby, and that's just because he's too busy to notice. :(
He was about to tell you about some important mission, when he bumped into you drawing a portrait of him.
He couldn't even speak at that time, he was so... confused. But also felt prideful you were drawing him.
Definitely takes it to his room so he could stare at it longer.
"You have a great talent Y/n, such a beauty should be hanged so it could be admired by many." Himself. He was talking about himself. "Do you mind if I took it with me on the way out?"
If you answer positively, he'll just take it. No questions asked. But if you answer negatively... he'll just steal it behind your back. 💀
Look, he just really likes whatever stuff you draw, and the fact you drew him, awoken something in him. He needed to take the portrait with him! (Bro is thirsty as hell 😂)
In all seriousness though, he really admires your skills. Even though he never really says it.... The portrait you drew of him is his motivation, which he also won't admit. Since positivity doesn't do him any good....
Killer:
Loves to watch when you draw. But wait...you thought he was looking at what you're drawing? Nah.. he's looking at YOU.
In his words, he finds you more breathtaking then any artwork. But it's not like he doesn't like your drawings! He loves them, he just loves you more. ;)
He thinks your face looks really mesmerizing while you're drawing.
Sometimes likes to give you 'some tips'. (Don't listen to him, his tips are actually really bad 😨)
"Use black for shading, it's gonna look amazing! I'm speaking from experience." He's not. Literally has zero experience, just said that so he would impress you. 💀
Sometimes sneaks up on you and runs away with your art supplies. (Annoying as hell.)
Overall a pain in the ass most of the time, but he's your ass. 😂
Dust:
Admires your talent, and wants to know everything about it. 'What things do you usually draw? What type of artist are you? Can you show him some of your artwork?' he's actually so cute...
After he learned about your talent, he returned day after to your sleeping quarters, and showed you his new knowledge, about your hobby, last night.
Also gives you tips, but unlike Killer, Dust's are actually useful.
You actually learn many new things/tricks that you never knew about!
He's a total sweetheart, keeps checking on you to make sure you won't get lost in your hobby too much. He knows how easy artist's get taken lost in their artwork and don't sleep or eat.
If you'd ask him to model for you, he would in a heartbeat. But it would probably be the most boring pose ever.
Hands in his pockets and shit. 😂
Gets irritated by Killer's wrong tips, and immediately leaves the room once he starts spitting them. He just can't stand the stupid bullshit Killer says every time. 💀
Horror:
"Oh, you can draw? Can you draw food too?" Was his first question when you told him about your hobby.
He's always hovering over you when you draw, which can be nerve-wracking at times...
So to get him distracted, you suggested that he could draw with you. After thinking your question over, he decided to try it out, so he agreed.
After this, he found out that drawing with you made him relaxed....so he made it his daily activity with you!
He doesn't mind how his drawing looks like a child drew it compared to yours. He isn't really competitive when it comes to these type of things.
He just likes spending time with you ^^
Likes to ask tons of questions. (He finds your voice soothing)
Overall, he just found his excuse for spending time with you! (And a way for him to relax)
Cross:
Your hobby reminds him of Ink... which he shudders at and... avoids you for awhile. 😢
But you could always sense that he, more than once, glanced at your art.
After getting over his emo sappy phase, he finds the courage to talk to you again.
Wants to compliment you so bad, because it actually looks great, but he's just...shy.
He doesn't know much about your hobby, so he won't give much tips. But if you ask him for an honest opinion, then you can count on that!
He's just a sweet little guy 🥰
Error:
His immediate response to your hobby is just: "Oh great...another Ink!"
He isn't exactly 'thrilled' about it. But he doesn't mind it, as long as you don't bond with Ink over it. (Jealous)
Doesn't know much when it comes to creation, but he likes to knit next to you while you draw. It brings you two closer! ^^
Definitely defends you though when someone insults your artwork. Deems that it's just cause you both enjoy artistic hobbies. (Knitting and drawing) but he's really just a big fan of you and your awesome abilities!
If you need any art supplies, they would already be waiting for you on your desk by tomorrow morning. (Stole them from Ink 💀)
Doesn't like it when you're being pessimistic about your skills. He thinks you're awesome as hell!! Why're you bringing yourself down?
He's overall just happy to be able to peacefully enjoy his hobby next to someone he can trust. (Cutie patootie ❤️❤️)
#sans undertale#sans x reader#undertale#undertale fandom#cross sans x reader#dust sans x reader#nightmare sans x reader#error sans x reader#horror sans x reader#killer sans x reader
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‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.From the House of Hearth
Lyney x Reader Angst
Requested but I accidentally posted the draft instead of saving it D:
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Warnings: depression mention, cheating, kinda self harm
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Requested by @sailorstar9 I'm so sorry for deleting the original on accident. The Gorou one should hopefully be out by tomorrow if I don't need to go back to the hospital.
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Request: Lyney watches reader walk down the isle with their new husband after He tossed their relationship aside to have a 2 week fling with Lumine.
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I love this request so much I might write a part 2 / two way ending like a fluff and angst yk
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He who gave her rainbow roses. He who left his siblings to be with her. He who put her on the VIP list of every show. He who only wanted to be with Her. He who loved her popularity and fame. He who tossed aside everything, even You just for the almighty traveler. And Yet he has never given You a rainbow rose. He has never left Lynette or Freminet to spend time with you. He replaced you on the VIP list.
You thought you could trust him, I until the night of his performance at the Opera House. Swinging open the door, excited with a gift for him and ready to give him a good luck kiss. But it wasn't meant to happen. There the two where, in each others embrace kissing each other's cheeks and laughing happily together. Just as You and him once did.
Upon him noticing you, he did not even bat an eye. He simply did not care. He started at You, not smiling, no interest or loving expression that he used to hold when he looked at You. You could see it when he looked back at her, how his eyes lit up, how he smiled and came alive. But his next words are what truly broke You. The words that broke him too.
"My sincerest apologies, but I'm afraid it doesn't matter now does it?"
"oh please don't cry now, I don't want to deal with you. He said confidently. Lumine looking at him with confusion and guilt on her expression. He turns back to her "do not pay mind to my mistake." Lumine looking at You in an apologetic way before she pushed Lyney away and walks out of the room instantly. You did not see a face expression on him before you too turned around and left the room.
It's such a shame he threw away years of his relationship to be with her for only two weeks.
Years of healing, trying to trust again, was a very difficult process. But eventually it happens, when You meet your now significant other. The true man of your dreams. Better than any of your exes could ever hope to achieve. And now here You are walking down the isle, most beautiful and elegant clothing on. Flowers decorating the beautiful isle that You will walk down.
You and Lyney are still friends, yes. But he can only think why You would even consider torturing him so much by inviting him. Surely you know this pains him in the worst way possible right? His every regret flooding back to him, the way he misses you. The way he misses your affection, your voice, your scent, your quirks even your flaws.
Ever since his mistake that day, his fling with Lumine. The worst day of his life, his reason for his loss of motivation, his loss of happiness, his loss of light. He is completely dull, like a burn out lightbulb. He's tried so hard to win you back over, but he knows he's failed. He knows he's failed you, failed his siblings, failed himself.
Every night to ensure he can get away from his emotions he picks up a bottle. Ruining his health too.
Lumine in her dress, elegant and sweet, after the incident he lost her too. Lumine, who left Lyney after she realized her mistake. Lumine who apologized to You and became close to You. Lumine who did the right thing compared to Lyney. She's a bridesmaid.
He stares as You as You walk down the isle, ready to call yourself officially married with your significant other. Lyney's chest aching, he can feel his heart beat in his chest. Sounds being lost to him as he tears up. Aching stomach and the inability to stop himself from acting out.
"Does anyone have any objections?"
"WAIT! Please.. I object." Was all that could be heard.
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Finished
Thinking about writing a part 2 like mentioned earlier
REQS OPEN AS USUAL SLOW RESPONSE DUE TO HEALTH ISSUES
#lyney x reader#lyney#angst#genshin impact#genshin#lyney genshin#genshin x reader#genshin impact lyney#angst with comfort
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Acts of Service (18+)
pairing: bradley "rooster" bradshaw x wife!reader
warning: 18+ (minors dni!!!), unedited, porn with plot, switching perspective, bradley's an ass man, massage, f-feet for a line?, oral (f receiving), reader gets the softest ride of her life, unprotected s3x (please wrap it before you tap it), face down ass up that's the way we like to fUCK, dog tag kink, creampie finish
summary: a stressful day leaves rooster's hardworking wife in need of a massage. she's lucky rooster's got the "magic touch" to make all of her pain disappear.
a/n: @mandoowhorian wanted Rooster the Ass Man™ giving back shots and i am a simple woman, who am i to deny? HAVE A WHOLE ASS (pun intended!) FIC, CONGRATULATIONS FOR GETTING MY BRAINWORM STIMULATED.
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Rooster liked to think he's a kind man. He donated to charity, helped little old ladies cross the street and even volunteered some time at the local children's hospital to read stories to the kids there. He found joy in helping others feel better. Seeing a smile on someone else's face because of a simple gesture he did made him feel incredibly warm inside. Yes, it was fulfilling, yet no act of kindness compared to that of helping his incredibly hardworking wife unload after a hard day.
The man was whipped, much to Hangman's devious delight, but Rooster couldn't care less. She stumbled into his life one drunken night at the Hard Deck and has been his other half ever since. He wasn't enough of a romantic sucker to believe in love at first sight; but then, he met her. To him, she hung the moon in his sky and had since only changed his life for the better. He learned how to keep their home clean, do the laundry, hell, even cook all thanks to his incredible wife.
He found that the bare minimum made her the happiest like a surprise bouquet of flowers or making her coffee in the morning. The bar was so low on the ground, every small token of affection gave her stars in her eyes. "No one I've been with has ever been this kind to me," she had said one night, crying over a basket of goodies he had made for her to help her through a particularly bad period that left her stuck on the couch for a week. On the day of their wedding, Bradley swore into the ring he placed on her finger to do everything in his power to keep that smile on her face.
So, when his wife came home with a scowl on her lips and her brows furrowed in pain, Rooster knew what he had to do.
"Honey? You good?"
He was sweatpants clad only and was folding their laundry into piles, having gotten home from base early thanks to the forecasted thunderstorm landing a few hours before it was supposed to. Grounded and drenched, he pulled rank and took the evening off to help his wife with the chores they've both been ignoring recently: dishes, dusting, vacuuming, and conquering the dreaded Laundry Chair in the corner of their room.
She gave him a weak smile, shrugging her jacket off and shaking her wet hair out of its slicked pony tail. "Yeah, yeah, I'm ok. Just really sore after today."
Bradley took his time folding down a pair of her scrubs and was careful not to crease them. "A patient gave you a fight huh?"
"Yeah, and the patient was in the form of a chunky, 140 pound Bernese Mountain Dog who didn't wanna be sedated for his teeth extraction."
She went down on the living room floor in all fours, spreading her arms out above her head to a modified child's pose. Her arms were long outstretched above her and a tiny expanse of her low back was revealed under her folding scrub top. His eyes travelled further up and Bradley just couldn't take his eyes off that ass.
Holy hell, was he a lucky man.
Rooster loved every ounce of his wife even before they got married, but he was so incredibly glad that she had been putting on some weight recently. Why? One, because he knew he was feeding her well and two, because it all somehow ended up going to that glorious, incredible ass. She would complain all the time that she was 'eating too good, her scrubs were getting tight', and had to do little jumping squats to try to squeeze into them. The image didn't stop Bradley imagining her riding on top of him with her cheeks smacking against the top of his thighs.
She let out a tiny, muffled groan. "God, that's the stuff."
"You want a massage? It might make you feel a little better," Bradley said, tossing one of her lacy thongs on top of the underwear pile.
"Mmhmmm, please baby, that'd be wonderful," his goddess muttered, rolling herself over onto her back. Her hair was damp down to her shoulders, her smile angelic and her arms were crossed over top of her head. What he wouldn't do to pin those hands above her and kiss his way down her body, feel her skin heat up under his lips and hear the most holy of moans fall from her lips...
Stop. This isn't about you, Rooster.
He helped her sit up and removed her tight scrub top. He caught a pretty pink blush crested her cheeks at her sudden nakedness left in only her bra. He ghosted a small kiss on the tip of her nose. "It gives me better access. Get on the couch."
He took each laundry pile and placed them precariously on the freshly vacuumed floor. She took her position on the couch, chest pressed provocatively into the velour. She crossed her ankles in the air to show Rooster the tops of her feet and perfect manicured toes. The brat tossed him a wicked little wink over her shoulder. He grinned just as fiendishly, forcing her feet down to sit on the back of her thighs and gave her a teasing spank on the bum. The flesh rippled beneath the fabric of the lycra and he could imagine the gentle pink blooming on her skin.
"Enough of that, you little minx! Here, put the pillow under your hips."
She let him guide the throw under her, her lower back letting out a satisfying pop at the induced flexion. "Ohhhh my god, I sound like a glow stick," she muttered, her face flopping to the sofa in defeat. "I'm all ready for you, baby. Just... just make the hurt go away"
Bradley rubbed his palms together to warm them before letting them dust across the surface of her skin. "You know I give good massages, right?"
She shivered at the touch, letting out a small chuckle. "Only if you consider good massages feeling like a train running over my spine!"
Bradley sat up straight on his knees, hands on his hips. "Now Mrs. Bradshaw, that wasn't very nice! You hurt my feelings!"
"Just telling it as is, Lieutenant Bradshaw. You can fly a plane well, but you didn't really luck out in the hand dexterity department." She turned around to put her face on her hand, elbow propped under the sofa cushion. "You have yet in our year of marriage to convince me of these rumored 'magic fingers' of yours."
He laughed out loud, "Oh really now? Just you wait then, Mrs. B. Be back in a flash."
He scooted off the couch to rush to the bathroom, grabbing the rose oil that she liked to use after her baths. It was a thicker liquid and the smell was quite intoxicating: definitely his favorite scent on her. Plus, the shine it gave her legs after using it was his absolute favorite.
He hopped back into his position on the couch and rubbed a bit of the sticky liquid between his palms. The oil conducted his body heat and he rubbed the soothing musk over the tops of her shoulders. Immediately, she relaxed into a mewl.
"Ohhh, the rose oil. Now show me the magic, baby."
"Yes ma'am," he replied, gently working the fluid into her skin. The shine that rose out gave her a sparkling hue under the standing lamp. He rubbed slowly and deeply under her shoulder blades, making sure to press out all of the small knots that crinkled under the bone. She was breathing deeply, definitely enjoying the pressure and the smells that surrounded her.
"Mmm, lower please," she moaned. Bradley spotted a small drool spot near the corner of her mouth.
"How are the magic fingers treating you, baby?" His voice was soft, the tinking of the pouring rain outside louder than he was. He was leaned over her form, putting pressure on the apex of her shoulders to smooth the muscles outside to her arms.
"You have a little more to do before I can give a proper review," she grinned, moving her hair to the side away from the oil. "Keep it up and you may get a prize."
Bradley continued to work, reapplying the oil to his hands a few times before he escaped to her lower back. He pressed a particularly tender point and she seized up for a moment. He backed off quickly. "Oh jesus, I'm sorry, you ok?"
"Y-Yeah," she sputtered, lifting her head to look behind at him. Her eyes were still glazed over in bliss. "Just... go a little gentler. 'Makes my legs hurt when you push there."
"Your legs too?" Bradley questioned, raising an eyebrow. "I have no problems massaging them as well. But, you have to take these pants off if you want the luxury assessment."
His wife groaned, attempting to loop her fingers through the front of her elastic waist band, but gave up quickly. "You gotta do it. I feel like jelly."
Bradley chuckled and shook his head, fingers pulling back the material to reveal the prize he craved the most. Her skin was gorgeous and hugged dangerously to the curve of the pretty gemstone blue thong that graced the top of her hip bones. He pulled the pants down just to the top of her thighs, reapplying his oil before getting to work.
The soft flesh of her ass kneaded into his palm. Her little moans were just too cute; he wanted to hear more. He moved down to the crest of her ass and cupped it gently, giving it another pass with the oil. "How's that?"
"Sooo goooooood," she drawled, wiggling her ass between his fingers so it slid off the oil. Holy fuck.
"You have no idea how tasty that ass looks right now," he blurted, taking his time to scoop his fingers along the sides of her hips. "And I'm starving, baby. I could eat you alive."
His love sucked in a breath from the bottom of the couch. He could feel her feet rubbing together behind him. She was trying not to let him see her squirm. "O-oh yeah? We haven't eaten dinner yet though," she whimpered, the tension at the sides of her hips melting with each pass of his calloused digits.
"Fuck dinner, we're going right to dessert."
Rooster slid down the back of her thighs, his teeth nipping at the supple skin of her ass. She let out a strangled moan, the pressure from his mouth sending shivers up her spine. His cool dog tags dangled precariously off of his neck, hitting the back of her thigh with every sudden movement forward. His wife made every attempt to slither forward away from his grasp, but he held her tightly in place. A hard slap ricocheted of her skin, leaving her gasping out loud.
"B-Bradley!"
"Don't move," he growled. He was a predator now. His pupils bled dark and zeroed in on the skimpy, dampened fabric between her legs. The beautiful blue had turned a deep navy in the matter of minutes. Rooster let his fingers run along the silken material, his wife attempting to hide another whimper from his ears.
"Let me hear it," he muttered, his other hand working the muscle of her thighs. "Let me hear you."
Bradley couldn't see her face, but he knew she was flushed and panting. "I-I want..." she started, completely fumbling through her words. His fingers were dragging lazy, slow circles around her clothed clit, the fingers of his other hand still working down, down, down towards the back of her knee. "Hmmm?"
"Your mouth!" she blurted. "Fuck, I need your tongue in my pussy, Bradley, please."
He parted the fabric to the side and without a word swiped a single lick up her pussy. The moan that came from her was a release in itself; he could hear her smile through the sound. His left hand worked to spread apart her ass to give him better access. He dove in deep, her taste salty and sweet all at the same time. Two fingers from his right came around to circle her bud again and her hips struggled against the pillow propped under her hips.
"Oh my god," she cried, her wobbling wrists doing their best to support her weight. She was arching back into him now, attempting to rock against his face at the sensation.
"Delicious," he muttered through her slick. "And all for me. What a treat."
His mouth returned to biting while he let two fingers take place of his tongue. She cried out in rapture, her walls rippling around him the moment he slid them home. The heat coming off of her was intense enough that sweat rippled down the side of her forehead. She mewled and bucked in spasm as he continued his slow languid movements to fuck her through her surprise release. In and out... In... and... out.
"How'd that feel?" He mused, kissing up her spine, from the top of her tail bone up to the side of her neck. She let out a groan at his weight pressing on her, her eyebrows still knitted together at the pleasure. "M-More, Roo. I need more."
"More?" he crooned, his dog tags raking themselves against the sweat of her shoulder blades. "What a greedy little thing you are. You want more, yet I've been the one doing all the work. You take and take and don't return the favor, huh?"
She keened as his fingers suddenly quickened inside her pussy, his fingers gently pulling apart her walls, preparing her for the main event. "But that's completely fine honey," he whispered to her. He left a gentle kiss on her temple, the salt of her sweat delightful on his tongue. "Tonight's all about you. I'll take care of you, baby. I'll take care of you, you deserve it."
But just like that, his fingers were gone.
The overwhelming sense of emptiness overtook her as his weight left her back. She whimpered out loud, readjusting her body so her arms were holding up her chest. The spittle that hung from the side of her mouth should have been embarrassing, but she couldn't do anything to stop it from continuing to pool in her mouth. The man made her come so hard, she saw stars just from his fingers going inside her.
Before she knew what had happened, his hips were up against the ridges of her ass. Rooster had returned in all of his glory, stark naked by the feeling of the velvet smoothness of his cock rubbing languidly against her ass cheeks. Her head sunk back lower on her hands, forcing the arch up in her back to bare herself whole to him. He groaned in appreciation at the sight, a finger scooping some of her essence from her entrance.
The rose oil lit over her skin to make her sweet sweat stand out even more. She was glowing; a rose herself. Bradley couldn't help but let his cock rest between her ass cheeks, rubbing slowly up and down, up and down. Her slick gave him the perfect lubricant to rub between her skin. The feeling was divine.
"Holy fuck," he drawled, his head leaning back. Both hands had come back to squeeze the sides of her ass together, encasing his already hard cock in the silky heat. He could hear her little mewls underneath him, obviously the grazing of his skin against her cunt causing its own reaction to her. "You feel amazing, baby. Just incredible."
Rooster paused for a just a moment, pulling back completely before teasing the tip into her pussy. She groaned at the feeling of the thick head making way, whimpered at the pause, and felt like crying as it left her. He was so close, she was about to beg for him to just fucking take her already. He ground himself in between her ass cheeks for a few strokes again before plunging back in, this time just a bit deeper.
Every pass he'd enter deeper and deeper, her moans getting louder and more egregious. Bradley preened at the effect he had on his wife. She was a stunning, incredible beauty and only reacted this way to him. A feeling like this could get to his head.
He let his cock in all the way finally, the warmth and squeezing of her walls caused him to double over on top of her. His dog tags jingled down off of his chest to rest in the valley of her spine. He placed gentle kisses on the back of her neck; a job well done for taking him in so well. She raised her head gently in thanks, smiling up at her husband. "Want you to move, Roo," she whimpered. "Want all of you right now."
Who was he to deny such a beautiful plea?
Rooster rocked his hips gently at first, nice and slow to savor each drag of his cock against her walls. He pulled out to the tip before plunging back into the comfort of her cunt. She had keened at every thrust, the pleasure boiling inside of her stomach to a rumble. He took his hands and gently wrapped them under her chin, leaving soft kisses in her hair. Her ass bounced off of his stomach, the sound of skin on skin echoing against the pitter patter of rain on their window pane.
His wife didn't need to be fucked tonight. No, she needed to be loved. She needed to be cared for softly, gently, as if she was a piece of glass. God, he would let her know how he felt for her just by making love her her on this one night. He felt like no word he ever said was good enough to express how much he adored her. Every thrust was a love note, ever kiss was a sonnet. It would solidify every word of love and passion he had ever said. He meant every. Damn. Word.
"Mmm gonna," she whined, her eyes opening to face him. She was wanton and lovely, the flush on her cheeks extending down to the front of her chest. So beautiful, like a Renaissance painting with warm hues and lace. "Gonna come again. Baby, baby," she babbled, the word the only thing left in her head. Baby. He embraced her around her chest, just under her breasts to hold her tight to his chest. She fluttered around him, her breath stalling for a moment before she took large gasps beneath him.
He shushed her and gently rocked his hips to work her slowly through her second orgasm of the night. "Oh sweetheart," he cooed, his hands drifting down her upper back to press a little on her shining muscles again. "You're so good for me honey. You're the greatest thing that has ever happened to me, I love you so much."
She nodded quietly, still unscrambling her brain through the spasms, her breathing ragged.
The sight of his cock, pulling in and out of her weeping pussy, made him move again. His eyes were dissecting each movement: each ridge of his cock disappearing inside of her, the pull of her labia against his skin, the subtle sponge of her inner walls. He picked up his pace, watching the way that she devoured him whole. Every drive forward was met by her still-greedy pussy with the same burning intention. Her perked asshole fluttered gently with every push and pull.
The whole image of the scenario was so erotic, Bradley felt his end drawing nearer the longer he kept his eyes open. The rope in his own stomach was about to snap and shred to pieces. "B-baby," he stuttered, hunching back over her. His hands rested to cover both of her own, their fingers interlocking. "I'm so close."
"Come inside, Bradley," she said gently. Her fingers tugged slightly at his, the cool metal of their wedding rings clashing. She truly sounded like an angel, almost far off in the distance in his haze. "Come inside of me."
Permission was all he needed for him to finish. He placed his hot forehead against her upper shoulders, his moans echoing against the hollow of her spine as he filled her to the brim. She was mewling on her own at the heat flooding her body. They stayed like that for a moment, attached, basking in the aftermath of their passionate fire. His dog tags were no longer cool to the touch, pressed deeply into the lines of her skin to leave the seal of his name in her body.
She was his and only his.
Rooster withdrew and grabbed his shirt, dirty by now and did a sparse clean up. He hobbled to the bathroom, legs still shaking, to grab a cool cloth to clean his girl. After rinsing himself clean, he went back to the couch to find her still bent in the same position her hips raised. A small stream of cum was dripping down the side of her thigh, but thankfully didn't drop on the couch.
"We should have put a towel down," Bradley laughed, cleaning her thoroughly. She patted away the pillow bolstering her hips up and let her body drop flat on the couch. Her hands went to press on her lower spine and she sighed, content. "I feel better," she grinned. There was his girl. Beautiful, bright and colorful again.
They slipped into some idle chatter, ordering dinner, deciding what movie to watch for the night and the likes. Bradley had slipped his sweatpants back on and his wife had favored one of his old naval shirts that hung lose on her body for pajamas. They were cuddled back up on the couch, paying more attention to each others eyes rather than the screen.
"Who would have thought all you needed was for someone to blow your back out a little," he chirped, ego inflating just enough to issue a playful smack across his chest.
"Or maybe it was your 'magic fingers' all along!" Her smile was just infectious as he couldn't help but return it. "I won't lie, adding the oil made it feel really good. Almost like a bike running me over instead of a train."
"Abracadabra!" Bradley wiggled his fingers in her direction. Her laughter rang through the apartment as he tickled her sides, the sound just music to him.
Bradley liked to think he was a kind man. He would do anything just to keep her smiling.
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cellbit's books to the ones he cares for: translations
forever
page 1:
forever,
i don't even know how you must be thinking of me now.
if everything has gone to plan, things must have been so weird that you've already started to suspect my infiltration plans.
i believe that you're very intelligent.
page 2:
the past few days have been a torture greater than i could ever imagine.
what the census bureau did to me with that chainsaw couldn't compare to the pain to having to fight and lie every day to the people closest to me.
feeling the deception hurts.
page 3:
but it was the only way.
the initial plan as to surprise you and the census bureau during the trial, but the vivo meme gave me the perfect opportunity to make a scene and make it look like i had some sort of motive to argue.
page 4:
the census bureau doesn't understand feelings and wants too well, so this would be sufficient for it to believe my motives.
it worked.
i've never been so alone, but seeing you take up leadership and fighting so ferociously left me-
page 5:
proud.
everything is so much more difficult than i thought, but this was the only way for us to get any type of real information. after all this effort, all this fighting, all these enigmas, we still haven't found ANYTHING out about the federation. nothing.
page 6:
i hope to be able to be there with you to explain this in person, but if you're reading this book, something probably went wrong.
i was made to do things that i never would've done, and made to say things i never would've said.
page 7:
and even trying to be apparent about my lies, even trying to make you guys suspect me, in the end, my plan . . . still went bad. and i know that probably no one on this island would trust me again.
i burned all my bridges. but it was the only way.
page 8:
i left a book to richarlyson in the beginning of it all, i didn't want him to have his heart broken, and maybe that was my biggest failure.
but i was willing to sacrifice EVERYTHING to get this egg off this island. everything. and that's what i did.
page 9:
tell bad i'm sorry for the things i said about dapper, to max about sofia, and to the french for the suspicion.
i'm sorry for what i did to your XP farm, i know how long you and richas worked on it and every spawner that i broke was a-
page 10:
stab to my heart.
honestly, i think that they were already going to break it because it was SUPER broken [op] . . .
but they made ME break it . . . to test if i was really willing to do anything for the federation.
page 11:
tomorrow is the day that i'll officially become a part of the federation.
it's my "initiation process".
we'll finally going to have new information. i'm VERY anxious . . . and nervous.
page 12:
i did all of this for richarlyson.
i did all of this for felps.
i did all of this for the ordem.
i did all of this for you guys.
i hope that it'll have been worth it.
page 13:
explain to bad, to max and to quackity. and tell foolish that he's a gem of a person.
sofia's new password is "Regret".
and if those federation sons of bitches make the error of letting me live . . .
page 14:
i will come back.
keep your eyes open, forever.
tazercraft
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gentlemen,
i know that our past isn't the best one. i know that you guys must believe that i've turned into that monster again.
but that man is no longer me.
cell died on that island. i'm not him.
page 2:
i missed you two dearly, and wanted to be able to play more rounds of hide-and-seek, and trying to organize an EGG GYMKHANA with you guys in chume labs.
i'm sorry for not having been able to.
i love you both, and you're amazing parents for richas, too.
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he loves spending time with you both, even if the two of you are stupid*, i think that no one enternains him more than tazer and craft.
at least i won't have to take the red wool again.
*used endearingly
page 4:
take care of yourselves, guys. and explode this census bureau bitch.
yuo guys already took down herobrine, this shitty bear is nothing.
richarlyson
page 1:
richas,
i tried my best. i'm sorry, son.
i just wanted to get you away from this island. this place isn't safe, and the federation won't let us leave here.
when i arrived in this place, i never-
page 2:
thought that i would have to take care of someone . . . but what you've become was so much bigger than this.
i'm sorry for not being able to be there all the time. every neuron that i burned with those cursed enigmas, all those hours that i spend locked up in that office . . .
page 3:
it was all for you, richarlyson.
page 4:
continue to trust in your daddies forever, pac, and mike . . . and if in any way i've managed to bring him back, in daddy felps, too.
nevertheless, your dad quackity really toes love you and wants to protect you. i suspected him at the start, but i've heard the truth in your voice.
page 5:
if i'm no longer here . . . daddy quackity now has my 20%, okay?
i'm sorry if i've ever made you feel alone in any way.
remember when i told you of a moment in my life that i felt completely alone?
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solitude is worse than any prison.
worse than what i went through with daddies pac and mike, and worse than this island.
i'm sorry for having you suffer this, too.
it's my biggest regret.
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i love you, you big-headed* egg.
see if you can learn to catch something that's not crabs.
immortalyson forever.
*term of endearment, tends to equate to "stubbornly stupid"
bonus:
the book cellbit gave to richarlyson before being attacked by the codes
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i need for[the federation] to trust me. it's the only way.
i love you.
i love dad forever.
i need that [the players] believe the contrary.
it's going to hurt, and i'm going to do terrible things. but i will-
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destroy [the federation] from the inside. all of them.
additionally, he left a book for roier, however forever did not open it/read it out to respect their privacy. cellbit titled it "guapito"
#icarus speaks#YIPEEEEE THATS FINALLY DONE#this took. nearly an hour to get out.#like 50 mins#fuck you block people for making me think so much#qsmp translations
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i think the reason why i gravitate towards belos on a deeper level a lot more than any of the other characters in toh is bc my preference in characters and stories is in how they are affected by institutions and the messiness that results from understandable character flaws exacerbated by those institutions, whether they are the oppressed or are enabled to become the oppressor. belos is a mix of both in a way that i like — it's possible to read him as nd & left handed (both heavily stigmatized in his day and society) yet both are possible to hide. in the demon realm he yet again had a trait that made him a possible outcast, as he was a lowly human, yet he transformed himself into a magic user through painful mutilation of his skin all so that he could conform to that society, even when it was one he couldn't stand. his conformity in the demon realm supports the idea of him having to conform in the human realm. but because he was enabled for being a white man in the human realm and could reasonably hide anything that made him a nail to be hammered down, he clung to that power and dominion over others that it gave him for the rest of his life like a security blanket, represented literally with him lording his magical prowess over other witches and demons. it's a lot of layers that i think are very fun and i'm 90% sure are unintentional when put together into this cohesive of a picture for reasons i will state later.
compare that against almost every other character in toh (w maybe the exception of darius??) — every good guy has flaws that can reasonably be blamed on other people as a freudian excuse or that are downplayed by the narrative (eg. amity going from an active bully in her debut to a passive enabler of bullying in understanding willow). there's a dire lack of messiness in them all, from their appearance (all the witch kids could easily be mistaken for humans, fairly good looking ones at that, if it weren't for the ears), to how they deal with pain, etc. it gave me the impression that they really wanted only the villain to be allowed to be messy and ugly because those are traits for villains, when i think it's a lot nicer to see stigmatized traits (ugliness, childishness, hallucinations, mental illness, etc) in everyone. i really wanted the heroes to get in on that kind of action too.
another thing that drew me away from connecting with and trying to deeply understand most of the characters in toh is the lack of meaningful bigotry on the isles. i'm not criticizing the race-, queer-, and gender-blindness of the demon realm on an objective level bc the writers wanted to accomplish a v specific thing w that bit of world building and that's ok and it's a wonderful aspiration for usamerica. it's ok if it's not for Me and the world can't have a million yasuda sayos (i say with difficulty through tears). but because there is a lack of bigotry in what's supposed to be an oppressive society and there's no highlighted underclass in its place (covenless witches should theoretically be the underclass, but the show tends to undermine this aspect of its society, eg. letting wild witches like eda and luz roam perfectly free and having the government-funded school allow witches to study multiple covens without pushback from said government funding them), it becomes just another part of the show that makes it so much more squeaky clean and made me disinterested in a lot of the characters — i connect so much better with characters when i feel their pain and struggle against a world that can't find it in itself to care about them, witnessing all the ways they try to fight for their right to be happy frantically and imperfectly, and that is what makes their happiness so meaningful to me and makes me care abt them deeply.
contrast that w belos: i really love that he came from a society infamous for its conservatism and religious extremism grounded in the real world, and it's so thought provoking for me to think abt the layers of that society and how he interacted with it. which parts he rejected, conformed to, wanted to conform to, etc. that's a challenging character to understand (and then, after having fully understood them, condemn with so much more feeling) and i adore the idea of that being intentional if it wasn't for the fact that almost every other character in toh is boringly easy to understand because they lack enough material in the layers that can make them feel like real, messy people to challenge the viewer in a meaningful way. (side note: a lot of the layers created simply by belos being from colonial connecticut also disappear if you're solely looking at his background based on the text in the show, bc you're expected to fill in the gaps with, like, wikipedia basically lol. similar thing w luz where they show very little of her being bullied/outcasted bc of her adhd and you're mostly supposed to fill that in w your own experience & irl knowledge of adhd.) it results in the show being weirdly liberal about the bigotry/lack of bigotry certain characters have and only being able to halfheartedly say "idk some people are just evil i guess", instead of examining the material conditions that shape people to act the way they do. Bigot Phil vs Weirdgirl Luz could've been "these characters are shaped by their circumstances and have been encouraged to respectively become their worst/best selves through ideals instilled in them" but instead it's "some people are bad and we won't attempt to look at what made them 'bad' in the first place" and then pretending this is a groundbreaking message and not the laziest takeaway they could've possibly written.
basically i like my characters messy with hearts that you have to go out of your way to understand and sympathize with who come from understandable circumstances and i think all girls should be allowed to kill freely. i hope you can understand my position.
#chirp chirp!#this post got away from me. i swear at some point it was only two small paragraphs#what can i say i love mentally ill orphans (collection of ryukishi07 girls in basement)#anyway im going to pull my final trick and reveal my favorite character is actually eda#the characters i analyse and think about every day are usually top five but my favorite character is ALWAYS the wildin girl#(looks at sonozaki mion and shion. like im always thinking abt shion but mion is my number 1 freaking GIRL)#toh critical#bc i think i went a lil too hard in the later paragraphs. sry for blending together opinion and critique here#this was just meant to be a personal post don't come for me pls ajdkwjkfjc
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Alright well, the friends to lovers trope with mutual pinning recalling has me right now. I'm thinking reader wants eddie right, and maybe is shy but really wants eddie to choke her while he is fingering her telling her that she is such his good little slut. 🥵
You knew that ending up in a relationship with Eddie would lead to many surprises and so much mischief, but what happened after one of his shows had to take the cake.
You had been friends for a while before you started dating—five years, give or take. You had wanted him for so long, however, that it felt as if the crush came before the friendship; you couldn’t remember a time that you weren’t completely taken with him. One day, to your surprise, Eddie had worked up the courage to confess how he truly felt, a bundle of nerves and fear that nearly caused him to retract the admission. When you told him you felt the same way, it had only gone uphill from there. You were both happy, you were a loving couple, and the sex was always nothing short of mindblowing. Eddie was the kinkiest lover you’d ever had, and you loved every goddamn second of what he gave you.
And that is exactly what landed you in this unforgettable situation tonight.
You were always so nervous & shy to vocalize your fantasies to him, and usually only did it because he gently coaxed them out of you. There was one that you wanted to try with him—something the two of you had not attempted yet. It had been one of your top fantasies about him before the two of you got together, and was put to use on nights when you were alone. You had no idea why you were so damn scared to just tell him. You two had done some pretty hardcore, kinky shit before, and this fantasy was a lot more tame compared to most of it.
Backstage at one of Eddie’s shows, he finally got it out of you. He could tell that something was bothering you, and before Corroded Coffin took the stage, he was able to gently pry it from you. You confessed to him that you had a fantasy, one that you were too bashful to admit to him out loud, and in that typical Eddie Munson fashion, he used humor to help you open up. When you shared what you wanted, he only smirked at you, gave you a hard, passionate kiss, and said that he would tend to you after the show. He was well-acquainted with the owner of the place, and always locked up after the shows, so that meant you & Eddie would be alone once everyone else left. Which is exactly what he wanted, as it would turn out.
Eddie had turned some music on the loudspeakers once the place was emptied, and Judas Priest’s “Love Bites” had just come on. The two of you lie completely naked upon the stage, Eddie’s fingers deep inside of you as his other hand wraps around your throat. He’s fucking you so hard with his middle & ring fingers that you can feel his rings beating against your drenched pussy, his eyes on you as you moan filthily. It isn’t too painful, though; in fact, it feels so goddamn good that you’re tearing at his scalp, one hand braced on his right shoulder as you cry out for him. He’s grinning wickedly, occupied with needfully biting at your tits before tightening the hold on your throat.
“What a good little slut you are,” he rasps, moving up from your chest to kiss you hungrily. He chokes you as he does so, letting off enough for you to breathe when you begin to gasp. “Shit, if I knew how easy it was to make you this wet, I would have tried this a long fucking time ago.”
Your entire body feels like it’s going to combust from how turned on you are. He makes out with you a little longer, his fingers still fucking into you with such ferocity that you’re beginning to see stars behind your closed eyelids. His teeth sink into your lower lip, tugging it desperately with a moan before he draws back to gaze down at you. You can feel that familiar tightness drawing in your lower belly, and you clench instinctively around his fingers as you feel your orgasm beginning to approach.
“Such a pretty little whore,” Eddie praises, rubbing his throbbing erection along your inner thigh. “Look at you. Getting fingered on stage, where everyone comes to watch me play, because she’s such a goddamn groupie. Is this what you wanted, y/n? For us to fuck here so that we can both think about it when I play again?”
“Yes,” you say when he releases your throat so that you can speak. “I wanna think about it every time I’m here from now on. I want to think about how you choked me for the very first time right here, and about how fucking good your fingers feel inside of me. I wanna think about sucking your cock after you fuck me, too, and tasting myself while you finish in my mouth. I want that to happen right here, on this stage. Just like some of those dirty movies you love so much.”
“Oh, God fucking dammit,” Eddie hisses, and you can feel his precum beading against your leg, making your inner thigh slick with it.
“Let me ride your cock from behind,” you say, running your fingers through his hair as his continue to fuck into you. “Your hand has to be getting tired, for as hard as it’s been working. The way you’re throbbing against my leg right now, something tells me I won’t have to ride you for very long. I wanna feel you inside of me, Eddie. I know you want that, too; I’m so fucking wet, and it’s got you so hard. Imagine how good & tight I’m going to feel, wrapped around your cock as I slam myself down over, and over, and over—“
He growls, pulling his fingers out and hastily sucking them clean. He turns you over so that you’re facing away and lies upon his back, helping you into his lap when he’s comfortable. You’re still facing the opposite direction, and you sink onto his cock with a hot, filthy moan. He groans behind you, his hands on your waist as he helps you take his entire cock. When he’s in to the hilt, you grind your hips a little to tease him, glancing at him over your shoulder. His long hair is wild, his eyes even wilder, and there is nothing but all-consuming lust written on his face. You begin to set a rhythm with your hips, and he sits up enough to reach your throat again. He grabs it, choking you as you bounce on his cock, and you experience such euphoria from every sensation that it feels as though nothing could ever be better than this.
“You were right,” he rasps in your ear, biting the lobe. W.A.S.P.’s “Animal (Fuck Like A Beast)” was playing, and he was grinding upward to meet your hips in time with the song. “You do feel so fucking good. The best part? When I squeeze your throat, you tighten up and soak my cock even more. What a pretty, depraved little slut you are, y/n.”
He cuts off your air, and he is proven correct. You clench tightly around his cock instantly, and more wetness soaks him as you bounce harder. Some of your juices run over his balls, with a little even getting on the stage beneath. He loosens his grip when you need to breathe, attacking your neck roughly from behind with open-mouthed, hot kisses as you gasp. The hand that was on your throat joins the other in squeezing your breasts, rolling the nipples between his fingers as he moans filthily in your ear. He doesn’t play with them for very long; one hand trails down to your clit, where he begins to rub hard, fast circles. You rock your hips even harder and he assists you, thrusting to meet your movements as he tries to make you cum. The sounds of sex can be heard over the music, and Eddie moans as he lies back just a little, watching his cock disappear inside of you as you work your hips.
“Cum for me,” he commands, his free hand around your throat again after a couple of minutes. “I want you to soak my dick as much as possible before you suck me off.”
A few more slams of your hips, some pressure from his hand on your throat, and a couple more swipes of Eddie’s fingers do the trick. You cum hard, drenching his cock even more as you do so, calling out his name as you throw your head back. Eddie doesn’t give you any time at all to recover from your orgasm, either; he gives you a soft, careful push off his cock, standing in front of you with his soaking erection in your face. You smirk up at him, wrapping your tongue around the tip with a moan. He groans at the sight of you, and you mewl due to the taste of your pussy on his cock. You cup one of your breasts, squeezing it as you take him down your throat and moving your head rapidly. You can tell he was no longer in a teasing mood, and neither were you; it was time to just get into it.
“Oh, fuck, that’s it,” he praises, his voice nothing more than a hoarse groan. His hands are on the back of your head, fucking your throat to your rhythm. “It’s going to be so fucking difficult to play here ever again. All I’m going to be thinking about is that perfect pussy and how good you looked riding me. I’m also going to think about how fucking hot you look right now, with my dick sliding down your throat. It’s going to get my dick so fucking hard in front of everyone. I’ll bet the thought of all of this will get you wet, too, huh?”
You mewl in response, winking to show him that he was right. He smiles, one hand cupping your cheek as you continue with the blowjob, making it as sloppy as possible. That’s the way he liked it, after all; his philosophy was the messier, the better. You choke on him, gagging once in awhile, drooling around him as you jerk him off. He just watches you with so much desire, hair in his eyes as he takes some of yours in his fist.
“We might have to make this a weekly thing,” he says, caressing your cheek tenderly. “Fuck…if I can stand it. You’re such a sexpot, you know that?”
You hum in reply, twisting your wrist around the base of his cock as you bob your head quickly. You jerk him off into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you gaze up at him through your eyelashes. He’s watching you, his lips open and his eyes hooded with lust, his skin flushed and sweat shining in the lights of the stage. You gag around him, and he groans filthily, hands in your hair as he guides you. You let him take over, allowing him to use your throat as he tries to bring on his climax. When it comes, your mouth fills with his cum, hot ropes of it shooting down your throat and onto your tongue. His face twists in ecstasy, his lips parted even more as your name falls from them. He ruts forward desperately, his hips stuttering as he whines, and you pull your mouth off of him so that he can recover. He sits down on one of his bigger amps, collecting himself and laughing softly as he does so.
“What’s funny?” you ask, crawling over and resting beside him as he plays with your hair.
“Nothing,” he says, and you look up to see him grinning. “Just that we are definitely making this a weekly thing now. In fact—“
He coaxes you from the floor and into his lap, where the two of you make out for a little bit. Before you know what's happening, he’s lying down on the stage again, and pulling you with him. He brings your hips close to his face, and you straddle either side of his head as you gaze down at him. He kisses your inner thighs, nuzzling them before the tip of his tongue traces just above your clit. You shiver, mewling softly as you meet his eyes again.
“I think we should get started right now,” he says, gripping either side of your thighs. “I haven’t had a chance to do this tonight yet, and there IS a first time for everything. Right?”
#eddie munson#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson blurb#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x fem reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson smut#eddie munson fanfic#stranger things#stranger things imagine#stranger things fanfiction
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since you want yuta hard thoughts, I'm going straight to the point.
yuta is needy and clingy that when y/n got home after a long day at work, he cuddled y/n but later on, she felt him grinding himself between her thighs and started sucking the weak spot on her neck.
then he whispered, "baby, I need you. please, I want to be inside you." He french kissed her and they found themselves doing the exciting part.
good luck with your writing!
love, queensnowdon
I just want someone
“I’ve missed you baby”
That was the first thing he has said since you got back from work. Yuta was just so happy to have you in his arms again that no conversation was needed while you were both watching the TV after dinner. Pulling you into him closer so that you felt the warmth of his body against you. Nuzzling into your neck smelling your perfume and lotion and relaxing, whenever he inhaled the mix of scents he felt right at home it was the only thing that calmed him down.
The TV was just a sound in the background to you both enjoying eachothers company in the moment with one another without any work dragging you away. His chest rising and falling while he listened to your heartbeat. He was so calm and lifeless that he seemed to be asleep…
Hearing a whine come from him as he was getting pouty that you were paying more attention to the show than to him. Yuta has been craving your touch and your love all day. Touching himself in the shower to the thought of your body, your tits bouncing in front of his face as you rode his cock but nothing he did could ever compare to the feeling of your cunt around his cock. Not noticing what he was doing but he was grinding his cock against your thigh looking for any friction that he could find.
Yuta was disgusted by himself but he couldn’t help it. The feeling of your nails against his skin making him think of your perfectly manicured hands wrapping around his cock as it leaked precum for you. Moaning out loud for more when you dragged your fingers over the sweet spot on his neck catching by surprise. You haven’t even done anything to him and the pain of being hard was already getting to his head. His pants were becoming too tight for him to deal with. The wet patch formed as the precum leaked from his tip.
You looked down from the TV screen to see Yuta’s cheeks covered in a red tint trying to hide his embarrassment of you catching him like this. Avoiding eye contact with you at all costs trying to make it less awkward between the both of you. The show that you were watching was just sound in the background now because of Yuta dragging your full attention to him letting the show run on with no one watching it.
“Baby I need you. Please. I need to be inside you…”
The boldness of the statement catches you off guard, startling you. Everything in the room changed down to the atmosphere. What was once meant to be a calm night with the man who you loved so much has now turned into a night full of greed and passion fueled by each other. Getting up from your spot on the couch to sit on Yuta’s lap, holding him making sure you can feel his need for you as he thrusts up looking for friction.
Letting your hips move with his as your tongue met his in a kiss letting you take control. Your hands rested at the bottom of his neck pulling him in closer to you holding onto the hair at the bottom of his neck tight. He moaned into every kiss getting lost in the way your lips mould with his while your hips grind down on his needy cock. Letting your hands roam down his toned body playing with his nipples over his shirt watching how he squirms and shifts under your touch.
Rolling his nipples in between your pointer finger and thumb whilst letting out the most gorgeous gasps and cries. His head was thrown back exposing his neck that still had marks on from nights before. Yuta’s eyes filled with desperation and need for you, only you. No person in the world could make him feel the way you do.
Letting his hands claw through his hair whilst he watched you move down his body with your delicate touches. He loved the feeling of your ice cold hands against his warm skin always flinching at the feeling of your colds hands on his sensitive skin. Keeping eye contact with Yuta as you sank to your knees seeing the darkness cloud over his eyes.
He moved his legs so that you had a space to sit on the floor on your knees for him. The sight of you all dolled up on your knees was a special thing for him and no man could ever see you like this but him and he loved that. He snapped out of his daze when you clawed at his sweats wanting them off of him. Lifting his hips up for you as you pulled his sweats down to his ankles. Yuta's breath increased the closer your hands got to the painful ache in his underwear.
Dragging your nails up his legs to his inner thighs digging them into the flesh slightly as his hips bucked up from the enjoyable pain. Your lips kissed from his hips down to the waistband of his underwear leaving dark purple marks around the butterfly tattoo.
"Relax baby, I've got you"
#nct smut#nct 127 smut#nct hard hours#nct hard thoughts#yuta smut#yuta hard hours#yuta nakamoto smut#kpop smut#kpop hard thoughts#kpop hard hours
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Hi, could you please write a happier ending for it is just a joke, cause that was so sad
Joke Taken Too Far
★ Summary: You hear Bucky compare you to Natasha and it makes you question if Bucky ever really loved you, but can Bucky fix what he has done before it is too late
★ Pairing: Bucky x f!Reader
★ Warnings: Being compared
★ A/N: FUNNY ENOUGH UR NOT THE ONLY PERSON WHO REQUESTED THIS LOL
★ Word Count: 2,000+
★ Genre: Angst/ Fluff
Angst Version
GIF by tfatwsdaily
You had a past filled with heartbreak, as you had encountered one boyfriend after another who cheated on you, citing your looks as the reason for their breakup or abusing you physically. Your self-esteem suffered immensely, leaving you feeling unworthy of love and affection.
However, everything changed when you became an Avenger and met Bucky Barnes, the man who made you feel cherished and appreciated in ways you had never experienced before. You were still going to therapy from the trauma they left you but Bucky helped you get through it and you depression even if he didn't know that.
Your shared experiences as Avengers brought you two closer together. Bucky understood the pain you had endured, and you connected on a deep level. He saw the beauty within you, which went far beyond your physical appearance. Your love grew strong, and you became inseparable.
One day, you happened to overhear Bucky talking to Steve and you wanted to surprise him with an attack full of kisses but you stopped in your tracks as you heard Bucky say, "Steve, you've seen Natasha's body, right? She's incredible. I sometimes wish she was my girlfriend."
“I know I see you staring at her all the time," Steve says chuckling "You really should stop staring before you make it obvious, you are dating someone punk”
Your heart shattered into pieces as you felt the old wounds of insecurity resurface. You couldn't bear to hear the man you loved longing for someone else, especially someone as stunning as Natasha.
"I care about her a lot, Steve, but sometimes I can't help but think about Natasha and how much better it would be with her," Bucky says and you felt as if your heart is being ripped out.
Steve frowned, sensing where this was going. "Bucky, you know it's not fair to compare Y/N to Natasha or anyone else? Everyone's different."
“Y/N’s pretty I know but she just doesn’t compare to Nat,” that was all it took for your heart to completely obliterate into a trillion pieces. You were no longer the only one that thought you were nothing compared to her. You didn't want Bucky to leave you for someone else, you didn't want him to leave you like how they all did.
In the solitude of your room, tears streamed down your face as the weight of Bucky's words crushed your spirit. All the progress you had made in feeling loved and cherished was unraveling before your eyes. The old wounds of heartbreak and insecurity resurfaced with a vengeance, enveloping you in suffocating darkness.
Questions plagued your mind. Were you not enough for Bucky? Would he eventually leave you for Natasha or someone else? Did he only settle for you because he couldn't have her? The demons of self-doubt tormented you, and you felt utterly inadequate, unable to compete with the image of perfection you held in your mind of Natasha.
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You couldn't bear seeing Bucky, it felt as if you were gonna burst into tears every time you saw him. You tried avoiding him as best as you could for a few weeks but being in the same building together 24/7 was harder than you expected.
Each time he tried to reach out or spend time with you, you made excuses, declining his invitations and pushing him away.
"Bucky, I'm really busy right now," you replied one day when he asked if you wanted to grab a coffee. "Maybe some other time."
His face fell, but he tried to hide his disappointment. "Sure, Y/N," he said, his voice tinged with sadness. "Just let me know when you're free."
In an attempt to bridge the growing distance, Bucky decided to reach out to you. "Hey, baby want to hang out later? Maybe we can grab a bite or train together?" Bucky says with a huge grin.
"Sorry, Bucky, I have a lot of work to catch up on. Rain check?" you say making up another excuse to be away from him.
He sighed, knowing he couldn't push you. "Sure, no problem. Just let me know when you're free," he replied, trying to hide his disappointment.
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Over the next few days, he tried again, asking if you wanted to join him for a movie night or go for a walk, but each time, you declined, always with an excuse. He couldn't help but feel like you were purposely keeping your distance, and it hurt more than he wanted to admit.
One evening, Bucky found you in the common area, sitting by yourself and looking lost in thought. He decided that enough was enough; he needed answers.
"Y/N, we need to talk," he said, approaching you cautiously.
You sighed, knowing this conversation was inevitable. "Sure," you replied, trying to keep your emotions in check.
Bucky hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I've noticed that you've been avoiding me," he began cautiously. "Is there something wrong? Did I do something?"
You looked away, not wanting to meet his gaze. "It's just... things have been a bit busy lately," you said, your voice lacking conviction.
Bucky frowned, sensing that you were holding something back. "Y/N, please, I can tell something's bothering you. You can talk to me, you know."
He reached out to touch your hand, but you pulled away, and he felt the rejection like a physical blow. "I get that, Y/N, but it feels like you're shutting me out completely," he said, his voice tinged with hurt. "I thought we were in this together, no matter what."
You took a deep breath, knowing that it was time to address the elephant in the room. You didn't want to bear the pain anymore "I overheard you, Bucky," you admitted, your voice wavering. "You were talking to Steve, and you said... you said I wasn't as pretty as Natasha."
Bucky's face paled, and he looked like he had been punched in the gut. "Y/N, I..." he stammered, searching for the right words.
"Y/N, I didn't mean it like that. It was just a joke, I didn't mean for you to take it to heart," he said. He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth, but he couldn't bring himself to apologize, unable to confront his own emotions.
"I thought jokes were supposed to be funny" you snapped back at Bucky. "Do you see me laughing?"
He sighed, running his hand through his hair. "I didn't think you'd take it so seriously, and it was a private conversation," he said, trying to justify himself.
"You were in the fucking common room a public area and maybe you should think before you speak" you shot back, feeling the tension escalating.
As the argument continued, the pain and hurt seemed to escalate, and both you and Bucky were on the verge of tears. But amidst the tension and hurtful words, Bucky suddenly stopped and took a deep breath.
"Y/N, I messed up," he said, his voice filled with regret. "I shouldn't have said those things."
You looked at him, tears streaming down your face. "But why did you say them, Bucky?" you asked, your voice still trembling with emotion.
"At the moment, I don't know, talking shit about you made me feel better about myself," Bucky says. Bucky took a step closer to you, gently reaching out to cup your face in his hands.
"I don't have any excuse for what I said," he said, his eyes filled with sincerity. "I was being selfish I know but you make me a better person and after all the shit I have done I don't deserve to be happy!" Bucky yelled and his eyes widened, he stepped back realizing what he had said. He had never told anyone this before, he tried keeping the demons all for himself.
Your heart sank as you listened to him. You had no idea that Bucky had been struggling with such deep-seated insecurities. You reached out and gently held his hand, trying to convey that you were there for him.
"Bucky, you're not a monster anymore," you said softly. "You're a good person, and you've been through so much. But you don't need to tear someone else down to feel better about yourself. What you said did not make you a monster, it made you an asshole"
"I-I really am sorry, please don't leave me I will change I will do anything," Bucky says as his eyes were filled with tears as he looked up at you, his voice breaking with emotion.
But you were too hurt, too broken, to respond. You turned away from him, unable to bear the sight of him in such pain. The silence in the room was deafening, and you could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on both of you.
"I thought we had something special, Y/N before I fucked up," Bucky said, his voice desperate. "I love you more than anything, and I messed up, but I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make it right. Please, just give me another chance." Bucky's pleas fell on deaf ears, and you couldn't bear to see him on his knees, begging for forgiveness.
Your heart ached at his words, but you couldn't ignore the pain he had caused you. "I need time, Bucky," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I need time to process all of this."
Bucky nodded, his tears flowing freely now. "I'll give you all the time you need," he said, his voice choked with emotion. "But please, don't shut me out completely. I'll be here when you're ready."
With that, Bucky slowly got up from his knees and walked away, leaving you standing there, your heart torn between love and pain.
In the days that followed, Bucky gave you the space you needed, but he also made sure to show you how much he cared. He would leave little notes for you, reminding you of the good times you shared and how much he loved you. He would send you flowers and gifts, trying to show you that he was truly sorry for his actions.
But no matter what he did, you couldn't shake off the pain and betrayal you felt. Every time you saw him, you were reminded of his hurtful words, and it made it hard for you to see the man you had fallen in love with.
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Weeks passed, and despite Bucky's efforts, the pain between you remained palpable. You were still hurting, unable to let go of the hurtful words he had spoken. The team had noticed the tension between you, and everyone was hoping for a resolution.
One day, a mission came up that required you and Bucky to work closely together. It involved infiltrating a highly guarded facility run by a dangerous organization. The stakes were high, and the success of the mission depended on your teamwork.
You both suited up in your tactical gear, preparing for the intense mission ahead. As the two of you boarded the Quinjet, you tried to maintain a professional demeanor, despite the lingering emotions.
Once inside the facility, things got intense quickly. The enemy was not easy to subdue, and you found yourself in a tight spot, surrounded by hostile forces. In a moment of desperation, you got separated from the rest of the team.
Bucky's heart pounded in his chest as he realized the danger you were in. Without a second thought, he put himself in harm's way, using his skills and combat expertise to fight through the enemies and reach you.
You were cornered, and just when it seemed like there was no way out, you heard a familiar sound – the whirring of Bucky's metal arm. In an instant, he swooped in, taking out the threats with swift precision. But in the midst of the fighting, a sniper had tried to get a clean shot on you but Bucky saw it coming and pushed you aside taking the shot instead.
"Bucky," you gasped, you quickly threw a smoke bomb giving you time to escape while holding Bucky over you.
As the smoke filled the air, you grabbed Bucky and pulled him towards the exit. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you tried to get both of you to safety.
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Once you were back on the Quinjet, you laid Bucky down gently, fear and concern evident in your eyes."Bucky, why did you do that?" you yelled at him, your voice trembling with emotion. "You could have been killed!"
He winced in pain but managed to give you a weak smile. "I couldn't let anything happen to you," he replied, his voice strained. "I love you, and I would do anything to protect you."
Tears welled up in your eyes as you saw the sincerity in his words. Despite the hurt between you, he still cared about you deeply and was willing to put his life on the line for you.
"Bucky, I love you too," you whispered, your voice filled with emotion. "But, you didn't have to do that," you said, your voice wavering.
He looked at you, his eyes full of affection. "I would do it again in a heartbeat," he replied, his voice filled with emotion.
The tension between you seemed to melt away in that moment, replaced by a deep sense of connection and love. You realized that despite the mistakes and pain, Bucky loved you with all his heart, and you couldn't deny your own feelings for him.
"I love you, Y/N," Bucky said, his voice steady and genuine. "I know I messed up, and I'm sorry for hurting you. But you mean everything to me, and I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you."
Tears welled up in your eyes as you finally let go of the pain and fear that had been holding you back. You knew deep down that you still loved Bucky, and you couldn't deny the pull between you.
"I love you too, Bucky," you whispered, your voice filled with emotion.
Bucky pulled you into a tight embrace, holding you close as if he never wanted to let go. "I promise I'll never hurt you like that again," he said, his voice sincere. "You're the most important person in my life, and I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy."
As the Quinjet soared through the sky, you both knew that there were still challenges ahead. Healing would take time, and you would have to work through the pain together. But for now, in each other's arms, you found solace and comfort.
#bucky x reader#bucky x reader angst#bucky barnes x reader#winter soldier x reader#winter soldier x reader angst#bucky compares you to natasha
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The older brothers with an s/o who has tattoos
Warnings: none
Note: My first ever imagine/scenario haha. I hope it doesn't disappoint;w;
Lucifer
If you didn't know any better, you'd think the Avatar of Pride hadn't noticed your ink at all. He never made any mention of it verbally or let his eyes longer on it too long.
But it didn't escape you how he would trace his fingers over the body art in your more intimate moments, eyes slightly slanted in appreciation. He almost looked like he wanted to comment on them but settled for quietly admiring them.
Eventually he would beg the question, in the middle of a snuggle session, "Say, what does this one represent? It must have some significance if you're willing to have it permanently etched in your skin."
Lucifer is adorning a soft smile as you give your thoughts behind that particular tattoo, proceeding to trace and ask about the others, listening just as attentively.
"I adore the way they decorate your body. I've heard the process is painful; even more reason to appreciate how far you've gone to preserve what's important to you."
If you're considering getting another tattoo, he would be researching the healing process and reminding you to put on your ointment every day.
If you really want to see him lose his composure, get one that symbolizes him or your relationship. You're guaranteed tender kisses on that area (by a red faced Lucifer) when you two are alone. He will make sure you wear clothing that shows it off, unless it's in a private area.
Mammon
He would find them badass as fuck. Doesn't matter what kind of tattoos they are - full sleeve, minimalist, basic designs, intricate art, a triangle on your finger - the great Mammon gives you plus ten badass points.
Would absolutely brag about you behind your back to his brothers and friends. "Ya think yer tough?! Well my S/O is tatted! Bet ya don't have the guts to do that!" It's honestly silly, but Mammon really does love them.
Would never admit it but has looked online for couple matching tattoo ideas. He finds the idea of you both having ink that proves your strong bond heart-stopping.
"So when are ya gonna get one in my honour? I was yer first so I think The Great Mammon deserves it!"
If you actually go with it get prepared for a very flustered and overexcited demon to deal with. He will insist on being with you at your next appointment and holding your hand through it. It's so you don't get scared, is what he says.
Only for him to be the one passing out in the middle of it, seeing the needle going through your skin. It's a bit too much for your boy to handle.
Somehow his hand is still gripping yours throughout it.
Leviathan
Levi found you intimidating to approach at first. He'd be lying if he said he still didn't to some degree even after getting to know you. Levi knows you're a kind soul when it comes to him, but any time he catches a glance at your ink always makes him think about how secretly tough you must be. It makes him go weak in the knees (in a good way).
Can you blame him? The only exposure this boy has had to tattoos has been through anime and other media; tough characters with a rough past are usually the ones with ink, aren't they?! ... Or ones in gangs! You don't have any involvement in those, right?!
Despite the initial worries, Levi actually finds your body art extremely attractive. So much so he stutters and gets red in the face when he tries to compliment you.
"Y-you know, that one is my favourite, uh.. it's r-really nice and pretty! Ugh, no wait, that's not it! I-I mean, it is pretty!! I just meant- Agh, nevermind! I'm sorry!"
Will compare you to fictional characters that also have tattoos and how you are similar in positive qualities. Bonus points if you have any tattoos related to a certain game or show - that will get him rambling for ages.
If you have or are considering getting a fish and/or snake tattoo, Levi would be over the moon.
Lord help him when you roll up your sleeves or otherwise make a tattoo visable by removing your clothes. He would not be able to handle it.
Satan
Satan has done his homework on (most) common tattoos and their meanings upon meeting you. He finds the symbolism and idea of body art in general to be very interesting. Call him sentimental but the avatar of wrath is suddenly very fond of the idea permanently decorating his skin to show off anything personal to him. (A cat. He wants a tattoo of a cat.)
"I've heard tattoos show what humans hold dear to them; or what they want to keep in their memory. Or something they strongly believe in. So, would you mind explaining the history behind yours?"
You talking about your tats is a whole other level of intimacy for Satan. He feels the art shows sides of you he would otherwise find trouble reaching. He is taking mental notes the entire time, hoping to do further research later.
Will surprise you by telling you random facts about the history of the art of tattooing, ones you probably have never heard of. It warms your heart seeing just how much Satan is invested in learning more about you through this.
Would not mind visiting a tattoo parlour just for the fun of it, regardless if you're getting a new tat or not. If you do have an appointment Satan will stay with you the entire time. It's kind of awkward how intently he's staring at the tattoo gun the entire time.
The rebellious teenager in him wanted to get a "Fuck Lucifer" tattoo on him somewhere, but with your help he decides against it. He will settle with his pact mark. As long as you get that too.
#obey me#obey me x reader#obey me imagines#obey me x mc#obey me shall we date#obey me lucifer#obey me lucifer x reader#obey me mammon#obey me mammon x reader#obey me leviathan#obey me levi x reader#obey me satan#obey me satan x reader
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Jung Wooyoung : As Good As You Were (Part 4/4)
Pairing : Jung Woo-young (Ateez) and named character (Shin Naeun)
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Few days later :
Naeun was now sitting with her back against wooyoung's chest, his arms wrapped around hers as their eyes looked up at the stars above them. The sky was too beautiful today, naeun couldn't help wanting to stargaze with her husband for the first and last time.
Naeun : wooyoung-ah?
Wooyoung : hmm?
Naeun : when I'm gone, and when you miss me, come outside and look at the sky.
Wooyoung smiled, closing his eyes as he rested his head against naeun's shoulder before whispering
Wooyoung : you'll come back as a star?
Naeun smiled, looking at the stars that were above them as she said
Naeun : yes.
Wooyoung : you're already my star though.
Naeun chuckled, resting her head further against wooyoung's chest as she said with a sigh
Naeun : when your life gets darker, I promise to light your way up as the star does from up above. I'm never going to leave you, wooyoung, ever. I may not be…I may not be there with you physically but I will always be with you. I'll find a way, like I always do. I'll make a bargain with the devil, if that is what is required. Even if I would have to burn in hellfire for a 1000 years after, I'd still choose to do that if I get to be with you in this world.
Wooyoung closed his eyes, his tears drops staining naeun's shirt as she continued
Naeun : we may have only loved for a short time but I want you to know that that short time has fulfilled the entire purpose of my life. You've made me happier than anyone else ever has for the 30 years that I lived, wooyoung. There is no one in this world I'd rather have done this with than you.
Wooyoung could say nothing, because he was sure that if he opened his mouth the only sounds that would come out would be that of pain. He hated the world for this, he hated that it kept taking away the things he loved most from him.
Wooyoung : I prom-I promise to look at the sky everyday after you're gone, naeun. Every day.
Naeun : and I promise to stay as the single most brightest star in the sky for you, wherever on Earth you are.
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2 days later :
Naeun now spent her days on the bed, and she felt today would be her last night on this bed, in this world. And so as wooyoung entered their room after having done the dishes, naeun held her hands out for him making him smile as he held her hands in his and got on the bed.
Naeun : can I sleep on your lap today?
Wooyoung : of course.
Wooyoung sat with his back against the lush headboard as naeun rested her head against wooyoung's lap, looking up at him with a smile as he played with her hair.
Naeun let out a shaky breath as she looked away from wooyoung, deciding now was probably the time to tell him.
Naeun : wooyoung I might uh…tomorrow morning I think I might not-
Wooyoung : don't say it.
Naeun : but woo-
Wooyoung : I know it, naeun. Don’t say it, please.
Naeun sighed and nodded, holding one of wooyoung's hand in hers as she played with his fingers before saying in a soft voice
Naeun : do you remember when we first saw each other, woo? It was at some fancy restaurant and when you walked in, you looked like you wanted to kill me. But I spent 3 hours getting ready that day, hoping you'd find me at least a little pretty. Do you think…do you think I still look that pretty? Right now, I'm pretty sure my skin is dull-
Wooyoung : you're prettier than you were back then, a 100 times prettier. Because now you're the woman I love, naeun, and I love all of you. I'll find you pretty forever, no other being will ever compare to how pretty you are to me.
Naeun smiled, looking up at wooyoung with teary eyes as he said
Wooyoung : you know how much I love you, right? I know I haven't shown it much to you, god gave me so little time to show you the world. But after you're gone, naeun I'll still continue loving you. And the world will see how much you meant to me, I'll make sure it does.
Naeun : wooyoung you're still young, you can marry again-
Wooyoung : no. No not ever. I'd rather die than have that.
Naeun : young-ah-
Wooyoung : that's the end of that topic, naeun, please.
Naeun sighed, kissing wooyoung's hand as she whispered
Naeun : okay.
Wooyoung flinched as he felt someone jump onto the bed, a furry creature walking past him and towards naeun as she nudged her head against naeun's, making her smile
Naeun : momo!
The puppy barked, making wooyoung smile as naeun let her hand ruffle it's golden fur before saying
Naeun : you'll take care of your dad for me, right? You'll be a good girl and keep your dad company since I can't?
Wooyoung let out a chuckle as momo licked naeun's face, making her smile as she said
Naeun : such a good girl.
Momo gave naeun one last nudge before jumping off the bed, lying down on the floor with a small whimper as wooyoung sighed, leaning back against the headboard.
Naeun : wooyoung?
Wooyoung shut his eyes tightly, knowing this was the last time she'd call him that as he said shakily
Wooyoung : yes my love?
Naeun : you're the best thing that happened to my life, I love you so much. I always will.
Wooyoung pressed his lips together to stop the tears from falling once again as he whispered
Wooyoung : I love you too naeun, so much. And in this world, and the next, and for every world that is out there, you will be mine and I will be yours.
Naeun clutched wooyoung's hand tighter with her trembling hands as he leaned down, giving her a final kiss as she felt tears stream down her cheeks.
Wooyoung : my heart, my soul and my life, they're all yours. And they will be until the end of time.
Naeun smiled, that smile wooyoung would miss so much. That smile he barely got to see in this life.
And then wooyoung could only watch, watch as naeun slowly went to sleep, her grip on his hand loosening and her head tilting towards the side. For a few hours her chest continued rising up and down, and then it slowed down, until it stopped completely. Just as wooyoung's world did.
The warmth that naeun's hand always gave his went away, replaced by the terrible cold. And her dull skin turned pale, the sounds of her heart beating no longer audible. And just like that, as the sun rose on the horizons his wife had left this world, leaving wooyoung all alone in this harsh place.
Wooyoung could feel his tears falling against naeun's pale cheeks, the sounds of his sobs filling the empty room as he clutched naeun's limp body against his in pain. He held her and wailed, and wailed, screaming for her to come back. Saying everything that he wanted to scream at the world but didn't because that would be unfair to naeun.
But even then she did not move, no miracles happened. And wooyoung lost all his belief in god, destiny, fate, everything. Even god couldn't let something as cruel as this happen to him, could he?
Wooyoung remembered the hugs naeun had asked for that he always ignored. He'd never be able to give her those ever again. The dates she'd wanted to go with him that he can never give again, the love that she'd given all these years and never gotten back.
It wasn't his life that was unfair, it was hers. She'd given so much in return for nothing. Maybe the universe thought she would be happier away from wooyoung, maybe this was His way of punishing wooyoung for everything he had done.
Wooyoung kissed naeun's forehead with his trembling lips, his tears falling against her closed eyes as he whispered desperately
Wooyoung : I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you naeun.
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A day later :
Wooyoung was now standing in front of naeun's grave, her wedding ring hung on the necklace that naeun always wore now clasped around wooyoung's neck as he stared at the picture of naeun smiling that was kept on the grave. That smile, that smile that he couldn't protect. He hated himself.
Wooyoung had no idea how he'd gone through the funeral rites, he had no idea how he could manage to give his wife away to the authorities to do the final things. How he could let people throw mud at her casket, whispering him apologies and prayers.
Mina had come running after the news had spread on national televisions, crying about how she'd asked naeun to be her baby's godmother and she'd asked for it to be wooyoung if she wasn't able to attend. Mina had never thought it would be because of this.
Wooyoung's mother had then come up with a will, saying it was naeun's will that handed her company over to him. She had told him how she'd come to wooyoung's mother asking that it may be fulfilled after her death. Wooyoung had just stared at his mother blankly as she went on to explain about how it would work, wooyoung could care less about some company when he'd just lost his entire life.
Everyone had left, and now wooyoung was finally alone in the graveyard, the wind blowing against him and the flowers that people had left on naeun's grave, bringing a small sad smile to wooyoung's face as he said
Wooyoung : look at how many people loved you, naeun. You've gotten so many pretty flowers, so many people to shed their tears for you.
Wooyoung let out a shaky breath as he slowly kneeled down against her grave, laying his palm against the stone as he said
Wooyoung : I will live, naeun-ah, for you I will live and wait until I can meet you again. That is my punishment for all that I have done to you. But I will never marry again, I will never love anyone again. This line…
Wooyoung stared at his family ring that decorated his right thumb, the line his father had tried so hard protecting, the line that had forced him to give up everything.
Wooyoung : it ends with us.
Wooyoung kissed naeun's grave one last time, a drop of his tear falling against her gravestone as he stood up before whispering
Wooyoung : because no one will ever be as good as you were.
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Wooyoung went back home that night feeling numb, and broken. But not tired, he wouldn't be able to sleep this night. Or any night from now, he would have to get back on his prescription of sleeping pills.
Wooyoung let his legs take him to naeun's walk-in closet, going over to the glass window that displayed her wedding dress as wooyoung stared at it, his hand coming up to place itself against the glass.
He still remembered her wearing it, the memory was as fresh as his wounds. Her walking down the aisle all along, the people pitying her for not having a father accompany her. But she hadn't been bothered by it, she still had a smile on her face. The smile she had gotten while looking at wooyoung, her groom.
She had loved him since then, and he'd been too late to love her back.
Wooyoung shut his eyes as he lowered himself onto the floor, resting his forehead against the glass as he sobbed. He had lost count of the amount of times he'd cried this past month. But he didn't care, for her he could cry until there was not a drop of tear left in his body.
Wooyoung looked forward as a small bark was heard, momo nudging the door open with her head as she walked up to wooyoung with her tail down. She knew naeun was gone too. Wooyoung watched as momo came up to him, getting onto his lap as she laid against it.
Wooyoung let his trembling hand run through the puppy's fur, remembering how happy naeun had been when momo had jumped up onto their table and demanded food.
Wooyoung : I'm s-so sorry. I'm so sorry sweetheart, I'm so sorry.
And all wooyoung could do was cry, naeun's smile rushing through the back of his eyes every single time.
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A week later :
Wooyoung was now at the beach with momo, her running all over the place barking as the people around would aww at her and occasionally give her small pets. Wooyoung sat down against the sand after a while of walking around with momo, deciding to watch the sunset.
He pulled out his phone before opening the gallery, clicking on the pictures of naeun that he'd taken when they'd come together to the same beach, almost a month ago. Wooyoung smiled as he saw the pictures, naeun's white floral dress flowing back against the wind as small strands of hair fell against her face. But even through all of that he could still see her smile, that beautiful smile.
His pretty girl, always bringing light in his life.
Wooyoung swiped to the next picture and the next until he felt tears in his eyes, remembering the way the sun had shone on her skin, the sound of her giggles and laughter. He'd never get to see those again, it would remain as nothing but memories now.
Wooyoung let out a shaky breath as he shut his phone, putting it back in his pocket as momo ran up to him with a ball in her mouth, her tail wagging to play with him. Wooyoung chuckled, wiping his tears as he took the ball from momo before saying
Wooyoung : you want to play catch?
Momo barked as wooyoung smiled before standing up, throwing the ball away from them before running as he yelled
Wooyoung : beat me if you can!
Momo barked excitedly as she ran after him, the water splashing against their feets.
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5 months later :
Wooyoung had been sitting in his living room with his laptop, finishing up some work when he heard the sound of rain, making his eyes widen as he looked behind him at the window. And he was right, it was raining.
Wooyoung kept his laptop away as he rushed up to the balcony, stepping out into the rain as he felt it drench his clothes. He used to hate the rain, but now he loved it as it reminded him of naeun. Wooyoung smiled as he felt the cold droplets fall against his cheek, indicating that snow was coming soon.
He remembered the time he'd danced with her under this rain, the feel of her body against his and how she had looked down at him with a smile when he'd lifted her up and spun her around. The rain had made her so happy.
Wooyoung frowned as jazz music suddenly started playing from the gramophone inside, the same song that had been played at their wedding. Wooyoung looked inside as he saw momo jump down from the gramophone, running up to him with a smile on her face.
Wooyoung felt his eyes tear up as he bent down to pick momo up, her jumping into his arms as wooyoung smiled and asked
Wooyoung : do you like the rain too, momo?
The puppy barked in agreement, making wooyoung chuckle as he pet her head, making momo snuggle up against wooyoung. He stared up at the sky, a star shining right back down at him as wooyoung whispered
Wooyoung : I miss you so much, naeun-ah, I wish you were here with me. You loved the rain so much.
Wooyoung looked back at momo as he slowly moved his body to the slow music, closing his eyes as he felt his tears mix with the rain.
Wooyoung : I love you so much.
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3 months later :
Wooyoung let out a breath as he laid out the food for him and momo in the picnic mat he was currently sitting on, the puppy running around the mat with happy, excited barks as wooyoung smiled at how cute she was being.
Wooyoung had soon started eating his sushi, momo having her food as well on the side as his eyes went to the couple the was sitting a few feet away from him, the lady clearly pregnant. The husband was feeding her food as she giggled, telling him she was already full.
Wooyoung felt his heart drop at the beautiful sight, wishing he could've done this with naeun some day. Their child would've looked as beautiful as her, maybe even have gotten her beautiful smile that wooyoung loved so much. But he'd never know any of that because he had lost the chance, he'd destroyed it.
Wooyoung blinked his tears away and was about to have another bite of his sushi when he felt a kid run up to him, stopping right in front of the mat as he asked in his childish voice
??? : my name's cha min, do you mind me joining you ahjussi?
Wooyoung blinked at the child, looking around the place before asking
Wooyoung : I-are you lost?
Min : no my parents are right there, see?
Wooyoung looked at where min was pointing, his parents smiling at wooyoung and nodding in approval as he smiled back before saying to the child
Wooyoung : sure, you can join me then. I think we have enough sushi.
Min nodded as he sat down excitedly, wooyoung giving him a plate of sushi and sauce with a smile as min asked
Min : did ahjumma not come with you this time?
Wooyoung paused, looking at min in shock as he asked
Wooyoung : wh-what?
Min : last time I was here when you came with that ahjumma and this puppy here. That very pretty looking ahjumma with a very beautiful smile?
Naeun, his naeun. Wooyoung let out a breath as he said
Wooyoung : she…she was my wife.
Min : was? Not anymore?
Wooyoung : she passed away, a few months ago. She was…sick.
Min : oh. I'm sorry.
Wooyoung nodded, keeping his sushi away as he stared at min, trying to remember him from that day. Ah, the child naeun had stared at when they had come together, telling wooyoung that she had wanted a family too. That was him, he'd just grown a bit of hair now.
Min : I'm sure she loved you.
Wooyoung : mm? what makes you say that?
Min : she was looking at you like my eomma always looks at my appa, with the same smile and the same eyes. I think that's what you call love, right?
Wooyoung smiled sadly, his hand unconsciously going up to hold the wedding ring that hung by his necklace as wooyoung whispered
Wooyoung : yes, I suppose that's love.
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3 months later :
Wooyoung stood up from the hospital waiting chair as mina's husband walked out of the labor room with a tiny baby in his hands, walking up to wooyoung as he said
Seojun : it's a miracle, mr jung. We had all thought it would be a boy, even the ultrasound results showed that it would be a boy. But we think it was wrong. Because it's a girl, and we couldn't be happier about it.
Wooyoung smiled, looking at the baby girl as he said
Wooyoung : congratulations, seojun-shi, she's beautiful.
Seojun held out the baby for wooyoung to hold as he said
Seojun : my wife and I have decided to name her song naeun, after her godmother. You don't mind, do you sir?
Wooyoung felt tears prick his eyes at that, holding the baby in his arms as he smiled and whispered shakily
Wooyoung : of course I don't, thank you so much.
Seojun smiled and nodded as wooyoung held the baby's hand, her smiling up at wooyoung as he said
Wooyoung : song naeun.
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25 years later :
??? : SONG NAEUN, THE NEW CEO OF THE SHIN'S GROUP! CONGRATULATIONS!
Wooyoung smiled as naeun hugged him with a huge smile, wooyoung patting the back of someone who was almost like a daughter to him now. When he'd first held naeun in his hands as a baby, he'd decided then and there that she would be the one who'd inherit his and his wife's company. And as naeun had grown up to be an intelligent, beautiful and smart young lady, wooyoung had known his choice was right.
And today was the day the company went legally to her, naeun's parents were smiling so proudly at her from the seat. It was probably the best day of her life.
Naeun pulled back as wooyoung patted her arm proudly before saying
Wooyoung : your godmother would've been so proud of you, naeun-ah. You live up to her name.
Naeun smiled and shook her head as she said
Naeun : she would've been proud of you more than she would've been of me, ahjussi. And I promise, that I will take care of the company and bring it up with pride. I won't disappoint you, or mrs shin. Your names will be remembered for as long as I live, for you have given me this life.
Wooyoung smiled as he said
Wooyoung : you earned this, naeun-ie.
Naeun smiled as wooyoung stepped back, a man rushing up to her with his hand held out forward excitedly as naeun frowned before asking
Naeun : who…are you?
The man gave naeun a huge smile, a smile that made her heart do something weird. What the hell?
??? : I'm Cha Min! Your new secretary for…for ever I suppose!
Naeun : what? And who appointed you?
Min : uh jung wooyoung-shi did, of course.
Naeun gasped as she looked at wooyoung who was now walking down the steps with a sly smile as she said
Naeun : AHJUSSI!
Wooyoung chuckled as he walked out of the hall, leaving the new generation to grow as he let out a small groan of tiredness. He was getting old after all.
Wooyoung looked around as snow fell all around him, the jacket providing him little warmth. Wooyoung sighed as he walked through the pavements, his hands growing cold. But he did not put them in his coat pocket, as he never did.
Naeun's hands had been cold when he'd last touched it, and when his hands would get cold it reminded him of her. Hence he never put his hands in his pocket during winters, he preffered them like this.
It had been 25 years, even momo had left him now to join naeun in the other side of the world. She had kept him company for a long time, and now he supposed naeun could use her company.
Wooyoung felt his hand go up to her necklace that still hung around wooyoung's now wrinkled neck, the ring always bringing him comfort in his lonely times. He looked up at the sky, staring at the single star that still shone the brightest to him as he whispered
Wooyoung : I was right, naeun-ah. 25 years, and there's still no one that is as good as you were.
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I love the way everything is said in June 30's episode. Everything, let's be honest. That said, here are some of my absolute favorite parts:
The chains rattling once again and the way Jonathan says "the door - would not - move." The waver in his voice on the word "despair" right afterwards
Honestly, everything about his struggles with the door. The screeching, the effort in his voice on "pulled. and pulled." and "shook it", the way he's breaking down, frantic... finally fading into resignation to the horrible reality.
And then determination not to let that stop him. Reckless, wild indeed, but he will not be stopped this time.
His BREATHING, mentioned now but I wanna emphasize it throughout all the episode! He sounds breathless, almost panting, so much of the time. It's the extreme emotion, the exertion, the complete collapse of all facades, the blood loss... it's excellent
The way he delivers the line "I went through the door in the corner and down the winding stair and along the dark passage to the old chapel." - so quick and all in a rush. It's a horrible journey that only a few days ago was absolutely terrifying, but today it's old news. He moves through quickly, confidently. An echo of the way he went from absolute terror to 'the Count went out lizard fashion again' but more driven.
The genuine horror in his voice when he describes Dracula. His voice stuttering as he says "looking a-as if his youth had been half renewed..." and that EXCELLENT music repeating again throughout, building
ALSO, creepy Jonathan moment? The way he says "the mouth was redder than ever, for on the lips were gouts of fresh blood, which trickled from the corners of the mouth and ran over the chin... and neck." is sooooo?! He lingers a little on the red lips again but most especially the way he says the word 'neck' almost sounds hungry as well as horrified, it's like he's merging with Dracula a little, I dunno, but it's creepy and amazing
honestly the whole description sounds even creepier read aloud and it was plenty creepy before
"I shuddered as I bent over to touch him" *long steeling breath* "and every-sense in me revolted at the contact." *nearly chokes up, wrestles his voice back* "But I had to search-" GHHHHH
His tears on "or I was lost." and the way seems almost to vanish into the picture of the future he envisions
"the very thought drove me mad" - the roughness on that word gave me chills
Shovel Noise So Good
but then as Dracula sees him, oh god - the low horn, ringing noise, music getting faster
Jonathan's slight stutter on "fore-head"
"But my brain seemed on fire" being so rough and pained, god Someone Hug Him Now (no not you vampires!)
the rush of the wind
"I was again a prisoner" the EMOTION, and on "net of doom" too!
The entire bit where he narrates in present tense is SO much more intense/immediate this way. Love the little stutter on "I - I can hear the heavy feet"
and I'm just sitting here thinking about how hopeless this must feel, after all his effort, after everything - to have the wind itself turn against him, to be trapped once more, to have to just sit there and listen as the key he has risked so much to find is used and then taken away, leaving him as trapped as ever
But he REFUSES to sit and wait.
the way he scoffs so violently when comparing the vampire ladies to Mina, "nought in common"
the quiet desperate way he says "home"
The way he almost sounds hopeful to fall. I wanna cry.
And then ending on "Mina" still so rough and despairing but the love is felt in every part of the word, AUGH
The theme song is so good!
bonus mention of the bonus, as hilarious as it was in the original little clip
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Blog updates 2024 edition, or more specifically, one big, potentially very good update: Last year when I did my 2023 blog updates, almost but not quite a year ago now, I said I might be within a month or so of things no longer being in serious crisis/my life being basically okay-adjacent. It is hard to write this even now but it turned out that that didn't work out - things did get better, especially for a chunk of six months in the middle of the year when I had safe housing and things felt wonderful compared to the last few years, but neither external circumstances nor my own ability to deal with {PTSD, external circumstances, &c} got to the point hoped for where I would be able to say "I'm living a life where things are more or less normal and okay." Even though I never quite reached things being okay-adjacent during that chunk of months and things got not great again end of summer to now, having that time of things being close to almost okay-adjacent was a very important springboard to me for make it to a point now where I might be within reach of actually okay-adjacent.
Right now, what I said last year about potentially being within a month or so of things being basically okay is potentially true again, and I think I have a better shot at it this time for both external reasons and personal "knowing more about what to do to get safe and having my shit together" reasons. I might be within reach of things being okay-adjacent and feeling like I have a real normal life outside of crises (here defined as safe housing, employment, no people hurting me in my immediate vicinity, financial and scheduling ability to manage physical medical issues on a day to day basis while still eating without mental health issues getting in the way of that, clothing in drawers not trash bags, nothing actively medically scary).
If so this will be for the first time since 2018 so of course it's a big deal to me. Right now of course I'm both excited and relieved things might work out soon and terrified that they won't.
Meanwhile (the reason beyond updating that I'm posting this!), as I get ready to fully move into the place that will hopefully be the "safe housing" part of this, it's been really hitting me that even though living a life that is normal-adjacent and okay-adjacent will inherently be orders of magnitude better than the last 5+ years and of course I'm prepared to be extremely grateful for that, I'm still going to have all the grief and emptiness I have now. Even though I will as always be (too) busy in some ways trying to get everything done in a day while dealing with chronic pain, no longer having so much time soaked up trying to survive whatever the problem of the week or PTSD meltdown of the day is means that I'm going to have hours and hours of empty time to fill every week.
When I talk about loss I know some people's minds will jump to the worst case personal scenarios so I will clarify that I am fortunate that by grief I don't mean the death of an immediate family member, not that kind of grief. A lot of different things - people who have been awful, deaths, horribleness in my neighborhood that was like family, lost time, and all the losses prior to the last few years in some ways since grief doesn't fully go away, and then things like a close friendship breakup last year that is not as painful as any of the above since we are both alive and managed to be kind to each other throughout the breakup but it's still over. It has been hitting me that a lot of the work of grieving everything from the past couple decades, like the work of dealing with PTSD, is what I had to get through these past couple years to have a chance of getting my shit together, but now that I've made enough headway on the work of grieving to be able to have a chance at my life being okay, the losses and emptiness themselves will still be there ("still be gone"?)
If anyone has suggestions for fun stuff to do, book and movie recommendations, &c, it would be a really good time for them! If anyone can recommend social stuff, e.g. friendly good-boundary-having discord servers, that would be amazing. I think y'all know my favorite things in fiction and music (fiddles, writing fanfic that comes to a screeching halt 2-3 times a chapter to talk about food, thoughtful meditations on torture?, swords) but I'm usually down to at least give media outside my wheelhouse a try.
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Hi! I've been lurking here for quite some time now and I love your blog! 🤍 Just saw your requests are open so I thought I'd try my luck😊
Could I request headcanons for Luffy, Ace and Sabo with a fem reader who happens to be Luffy's biological older sister (like 9 years older than him) and she kind of adopts Ace and Sabo as her brothers too and is almost like their mother figure. If it's not too much to ask, could you mix it up between ASL as kids and as big boys? I just love them so much 🤍
I hope you have an amazing day, I love your writing and I wanna thank you in advance if you feel like writing for my request🤍 if not, that's fine as well, I'm just happy to read whatever else you deliver 🤍
a/n - I audibly gasped- idk if my heart can take this 😭 anon this idea is so adorable I can’t- 🥺 tysm for this request! It brightened my day a lot lol <3
Warnings ⚠️ - fem reader, fluff!
Younger au -
Luffy
- awwww he loves his older sister!!
- I mean he’s kind of a handful so you might have to keep him outta trouble a lot of the time tho
- you must force him to bathe for the sake of the entire world
- please. I’m begging you. Chuck him into the fucking bucket of water idk-
- AND TELL HIM THAT SOAP ISNT FOR EATING PURPOSES
- you really were that one person who stayed with him whenever he was lonely
- As he said, it’s more painful to be alone
- Luffy looks up to you for a lot of things, and sometimes you’ll find him mimicking what you do hehe
- Let’s say you’re helping someone walk across a busy street, carrying their bags because their hands were full
- Luffy will try to do the exact same thing (key word try) the very next day, but end up screwing it up somehow
- he ate this poor old lady’s groceries lmao
- he’s trying though! His heart’s in the right place :)
- When you met his brothers, Ace and Sabo, you were more than happy to accept them as your family, the more the merrier!
- … yes you had to bathe all three of them now good luck-
- Dadan thought you were an Angel sent from the heavens
- Compared to the fucking demons like Luffy, Sabo, and Ace lmao
- Luffy wants to be able to make you proud of him, all he wants is for you to be happy!
- His pride gets so fucking big when you say how cool his attacks were and stuff lol
- “You’re just a weird rubber man!” -ace
- “No I’m not! Don’t make fun of the gomu gomu no mi!”
- “Hey Luffy! That attack was cool!” -you
- … “REALLY?! HAHA! See ace?! Y/n thinks it’s cool!”
- he immediately perks up whenever you tell him stuff like that lmao
Sabo
- he was a bit skeptical at first, but not nearly as suspicious as ace was of you
- He immediately took a liking to you, and started looking up to you like Luffy did :)
- out of the three, he was the more responsible one (no this doesn’t mean he’s responsible in any way)
- Sabo often watched you do daily tasks with the most amazed look on his face
- The poor boy didn’t have much of a mother figure or role model to go off of, so you were amazing in his eyes!
- He loved it when you read stories to all three of them, that was his favorite part of the day :)
- Although he’s read the books you read to them numerous times, listening to the way you read is all worth it!
- (he prefers it when you make up your own stories hehe)
- he never admits that tho bec Ace would never let him hear the end of it lmao
- Sabo’s an extremely curious kid, so he asks you questions literally every second he sees you
- “Hey y/n!! I found a weird bug, it has a bunch of legs! Look!” (It’s a fucking centipede)
- You honestly don’t really enjoy poisonous bugs
- “SABO THAT’S POISONOUS GET AWAY FROM IT- NO DON’T EAT IT LUFFY NO-!”
- … Luffy’s alive dw lmao
- one time, Sabo heard something from ace, probably something children of their age shouldn’t be hearing
- “Y/n.. What’s a cunt? Ace was talking about it earlier and he never told me what it was.”
- “.. ace?..”
- you beat ace’s ass later
- You felt so horrible, you had to turn Sabo’s mind much to early
- Sabo has been traumatized lmao
- Sabo stopped asking questions for a little while-
Ace
- this boy is so suspicious of you at first- like I’m talking squinting eyes, crossed arms, and he’s always paying attention to your every move
- at some point you played along with it and jump scared him a couple times
- He’ll never forgive you for that /j
- honestly, he looks at you as his true family (never says that out loud)
- It was from you where he learned the importance of love, care, compassion, and empathy
- The boy didn’t have much love growing up, everyone seemed to think he was such a cursed child, that he never should’ve been born in the first place
- Maybe that was why he was so suspicious of you. Why did you care about him so much?
- He’ll never admit it, but he really does like your hugs :)
- Makino and you taught this rude boy some manners (yes that’s how we got to the lovable fire boy we now know today)
- He totally, 100%, didn’t call you “mom” once :)
- “Hey mom. Luffy ate all the snacks again! Now he won’t stop crying about how we don’t have anymore!”
- “… I’m your mom now?”
- …
- ace = 💥😳
- Man exploded, his entire body turned bright fucking red 😭
- “I SAID Y/N! Are you deaf?!”
- “do you have memory loss?! I heard you call me mom!”
- “No I didn’t!”
- “YES YOU DID!”
- he did it again about a couple days later lmao
Older au
- oh these boys still love you!
- ace now tackles you whenever he gets the chance to visit you or see you
- you never thought the day would come that he’d willingly give you a hug lmao
- Sabo loves telling you all about his adventures in the revolutionary army!
- he vents to you about how Koala always keeps him out of trouble (koala is amazing 😭)
- Luffy rants on and on about his new nakama!
- He loves them so much, and it’s so adorable whenever he starts talking about how funny and awesome they are 🥺
- “Oh yeah! And our cook, Sanji. His food is THE BEST! And then Zoro! He can never find out where he’s going, but he wields THREE swords. THREE! Then Brook, he’s a skeleton. And he’s dead shishishi—!”
- (man I’m about to cry 🥺💜)
- With ace, it’s more of him just suffocating you with warm hugs, it’s mostly silent catching up y’a know?
- These three are proud to call you their sister, after all
- You were the one that helped them get to where they are now, they couldn’t even imagine what life would’ve been like without you with them along the way 💜
a/n - oh I love these precious boys 😭
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